The Resistible Rise of Arturo U - Bertolt Brecht

The Resistible Rise
of Arturo Ui
Bertolt Brecht was born in Augsburg on 10 February 1898

and died in Berlin on 14 August 1956. He grew to maturity as
a playwright in the frenetic years of the 1920s and early 1930s,
with such plays as Man equals Man, The Threepenny Opera and
The Mother. He left Germany when Hitler came to power in
1933, eventually reaching the United States in 1941, where he
remained until 1947. It was during this period of exile that such
masterpieces as Life of Galileo, Mother Courage and Her Children and
The Caucasian Chalk Circle were written. Shortly after his return
to Europe in 1947, he founded the Berliner Ensemble, and from
then until his death was mainly occupied in producing his own
plays.
Jennifer Wise is Associate Professor in the Department of

Theatre at the University of Victoria, Canada. Her books
include Dionysus Writes: The Invention of Theatre in Ancient Greece,
The Broadview Anthology of Drama (as co-editor) and Hudsons Bay
Journals (as illustrator). Her essays are published in such venues
as Theater der Zeit Recherchen, Readers Digest, Theatre Survey and
Arethusa.
Also by Bertolt Brecht
PLAYS
Brecht Collected Plays: One
(Baal, Drums in the Night, In the Jungle of Cities, The Life of Edward II of
England, A Respectable Wedding, The Beggar or the Dead Dog,
Driving Out a Devil, Lux in Tenebris, The Catch)
Brecht Collected Plays: Two
(Man Equals Man, The Elephant Calf, The Threepenny Opera,
The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny, The Seven Deadly Sins)
Brecht Collected Plays: Three
(Lindberghs Flight, The Baden-Baden Lesson on Consent, He Said
Yes/He Said No, The Decision, The Mother, The Exception and
the Rule, The Horations and the Curiatians, St Joan of the Stockyards)
Brecht Collected Plays: Four
(Round Heads and Pointed Heads, Fear and Misery of the Third Reich,
Seora Carrars Rifles, Dansen, How Much Is Your Iron?,
The Trial of Lucullus)
Brecht Collected Plays: Five
(Life of Galileo, Mother Courage and Her Children)
Brecht Collected Plays: Six
(The Good Person of Szechwan, The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui,
Mr Puntila and His Man Matti)
Brecht Collected Plays: Seven
(The Visions of Simone Machard, Schweyk in the Second World War,
The Caucasian Chalk Circle, The Duchess of Malfi)
Brecht Collected Plays: Eight
(The Days of the Commune, The Antigone of Sophocles,
Turandot or the Whitewashers Congress)
PROSE
Brecht on Theatre
Brecht on Art and Politics
Brecht on Film and Radio
Diaries 19201922
Journals 19341955
Bertolt Brecht
The Resistible Rise

of Arturo Ui
English translation by
Jennifer Wise
Original work entitled

Der aufhaltsame Aufstieg des Arturo Ui
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Translation copyright Bertolt-Brecht-Erben 2013
Original work entitled Der aufhaltsame Aufstieg des Arturo Ui
Copyright Bertolt-Brecht-Erben/Suhrkamp Verlag 1957
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Translators Note
This translation was first undertaken on the request of the great

Brian Richmond, who wanted to stage the play with theatre
students at the University of Victoria. It was 2002. The Bush
tax-cuts had already begun to empty the public purse in the
United States and the invasion of Iraq was imminent. Brian was
drawn to Brechts analysis of the link between crony capitalism
and militarism, but casting around for a suitable English
translation he was shocked to discover that there were only two
in print neither in his opinion stageworthy. Having worked
with Brian on my version of Aristophanes Frogs two years
earlier, I knew better than to gainsay his directorial instincts:
if he could not make good theatre out of either of the existing
English Uis, nobody could.
First performed in 1958, the play was adapted by George
Tabori in 1963 for the Broadway premire starring Christopher
Plummer; in 1976, it was translated again by Ralph Manheim.
Both translators were exceptionally gifted men whose numerous
achievements are deservedly celebrated. Thus it is no insult
or disgrace to either of them to have to say that, for whatever
reason, neither succeeded in finding a theatrically effective
English idiom for this play. Sometimes they make its Chicago
mobsters sound like Oxford dons; often their versification,
incompatible with the natural cadences of spoken English, fails
to attain the velocity and lift of human speech. (And this is the
play, remember, that Brecht designed to be delivered at breakneck
speed, with the motor-mouthed rhythms of Hollywood films of
the 1930s, Depression-era fast-talkers like those of Hecht and
MacArthur, whose dialogue reached speeds of 240 words per
minute, about double the usual rate.1)
As a result, even in productions with the most dazzling creative
teams, both of these translations have tended to fail on stage.
Almost forty years after the short-lived Plummer production,
1
According to John Lahr: Screwballs and Oddballs, The New Yorker, 5
April 2004: 76.
vi Translators Note
which closed within its first week,2 Taboris text was again used
in New York by director Simon McBurney and an all-star cast
led by Al Pacino; Ben Brantley of the New York Times found much
to admire in the acting, direction and design, but ultimately
concluded that the tedium of the material itself had sunk the
show (making no proper distinction between Taboris material
and Brechts). Manheims version had also fizzled on stage in
1991 in the Classic Stage production starring John Turturro; Mel
Gussow attributed the evenings lack of success to the play itself
(again with no acknowledgement of the faults of the translation).3
My initial goal was therefore to craft a speakable text that
would enable Brian to deliver the plays speed, political satire,
style and dramatic action effectively to an English-speaking
audience. In the first place this would mean a text quite free
of that tell-tale woodenness of speech, so typical of verse
translations of poetic drama, that brings certain death on
stage. But scholars will be scholars; and once I realised that the
play had not been translated in almost thirty years, I decided
that while I was at it I might as well aim for a translation that,
though suitable for performance, is textually accurate enough
to serve for teaching and study purposes as well. Accordingly,
my three chief criteria for this translation were (1) speakability
(since speech is the medium of a verse drama like Ui and
nothing will work if the medium is broken); (2) fidelity to the
gestus,4 or attitude of the original at any given moment; and
2
It ran from 11 to 16 November 1963. Actors such as James Coco and
Michael Constantine joined Plummer in the cast; Tony Richardson
directed, David Merrick produced, and Jule Styne provided the music.
3
Gussow, Brechts Cauliflower King . . ., New York Times, 9 May 1991;
Brantley, Scarface? . . ., New York Times, 22 October 2002.
4
A proper definition of Brechts concept of gestus is impossible here. The
word has a long history in the German theatre, going back to Lessing and
Schiller in the eighteenth century, but it takes on a very specific meaning in
Brecht. In the simplest possible terms one could say that the gestus of a play
or scene or speech is its ideological attitude and flavour, its political subtext
as manifested in its style of delivery. See John Willetts Brecht on Theatre
(New York: Hill and Wang, 1978) for extensive explanatory material from
Brecht himself.
Translators Note vii
(3) fidelity to the semantic material wherever possible without

compromising either 1 or 2.
I soon saw that it would be impossible to achieve consistently
speakable English and gestic clarity if the master I was serving
was Brechts poetry rather than his theatre. My translation is
therefore predominantly in prose, with occasional passages of
regular verse. Brechts text is basically the opposite, of course,
mainly blank verse with bits of rhymed verse and prose. Where
the gestus of the original could not be captured except in verse
in the prologue and epilogue, in the flower-shop parody of the
garden scene in Faust (scene twelve), and in the Shakespearean
scene-ending couplets, all of which are written in rhymes I
used verse. The one exception to this rule, of versifying only the
rhyming poetry, occurs at the start of scene one, where I opt for
a strongly rhythmical, almost syncopated speech-style in order
to link the metrical regularity of the prologue with the rest of
the play and establish a poetic tone. Indeed, although I have
rendered Brechts blank verse technically (if not typographically)
as prose, it both looks like poetry and sometimes sounds like it:
speakability in practice means rhythmical euphony, with the
result that the characters often do end up speaking in iambics or
close.
One might ask, however, if Richard Wilbur could do it
for Molire, shouldnt I likewise have tried to imitate Brechts
chosen verse-form throughout? The answer lies in the
recognition that while rhyming Alexandrine couplets are a
theatrically credible idiom for seventeenth-century French stage
characters to speak, the language of Schiller and Shakespeare is
not so easily put into the mouths of Depression-era Hollywood
gangsters. If Brecht does so successfully in the original, this is
partly because Chicago mobsters dont normally speak German
of any kind; the question of verbal verisimilitude does not
even arise. In an English version of the play it does, because
English-speaking audiences are themselves fairly fluent in the
language of Hollywood gangster-films of the 1920s and 1930s.
They know how James Cagney and Edward G. Robinson spoke,
and can hear false notes as effortlessly as a seventeenth-century
Parisian courtier heard the clunks in an Alexandrine.
viii Translators Note
Brecht wrote his great gangster show in deliberate imitation

of American films like Public Enemy, Little Caesar and Scarface.
This fact presented me with the bizarre problem, a rare gift
for the translator, that the target language in this case (English)
happens to be a more authentic expressive vehicle for the
characters than the one they were given by their creator
(German). Not only is slang-ridden 1930s American English
the natural idiom of these mobsters, but Brecht wrote the play
with the intention of having it performed in the United States.
Fidelity to his artistic intentions therefore not only allowed but
even required me to take full advantage of the potential of
Depression-era Hollywood gangster-talk to bring his characters
to life on the stage.5
My choice of a convincing Hollywood gangster idiom is
not only justified by the mother tongue of the characters
and the intended audience of the play, but is also, I think,
almost necessitated by the plays allegorical character. (I add
this rationale because some readers might view my use of
a dramatically credible spoken idiom as an un-Brechtian
choice, given Brechts own oft-stated preference for estranging
theatrical material rather than naturalising it.) The Resistible
Rise of Arturo Ui, a play about Chicago gangsters, businessmen,
reporters and politicians, is also, of course, a parable of the
Nazi takeover of Germany. Its allegorical intent has a potential
pitfall in production, however, namely the temptation to put
the mobster story in theatrical parentheses, and treat it as little
more than a set of paint-by-number symbols pointing to the
plays real meaning (the rise of Hitler between 1929 and
1938). The problem with doing this, quite simply, is that it ruins
the play. When one downplays Brechts own dramatic choices
in Ui and slathers the stage instead with red-white-and-black
banners and swastikas, one turns a timelessly powerful play
about liquidity-crisis capitalism into a second-rate PowerPoint
5
In addition to the films themselves, online dictionaries of gangster-slang
served as my sources.
Translators Note ix
presentation about the rise of Nazism in Germany.6 Moreover,

explicit references to Hitler on stage merely call attention to the
larger-than-life achievements of the Nazi slaughter-machine
which is exactly what Brecht took such pains to avoid: he chose
to depict the famous fascists of his day as common street-corner
thugs in order specifically to de-idealise them. Rather than
theatricalising Nazis which is what inevitably results from the
jackboot-and-brownshirt approach to the play or pointlessly
reiterating the chronology of their rise pointless, that is, for
audiences who can google such facts on their BlackBerrys
at intermission the play is designed to do something much
more valuable: give us a cautionary tale about the conditions
under which fascist brute force can triumph anywhere, even
in democracies with proper legal institutions. The resistible
progress of fear-mongering gangsterism is the true story of Ui,
and this story can only be told, and seen, if the stage is kept
quite clear of swastikas and Hitler moustaches. In the final
analysis, and when approached as a play as it must be in the
theatre The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui is less about Nazism per
se than about the more universal phenomenon, still with us
today, of socialism for the rich and capitalism for the poor.
Brechts stylistic borrowings are not limited to gangster-films,
of course; he also casts Ui in the form of a bloody Elizabethan
history play. Here again I enjoyed the advantage, denied to
Brecht himself, of being able to quote verbatim from the source.
(In one case, I transpose a Schillerian allusion to one from
Macbeth since English-speaking audiences are more likely to
recognise the latter.) Ive also honoured Brechts objectives in
this regard by keeping the Shakespearean form of the play ever
6
I say second-rate because Brecht is mute about many of the specific
features of Nazi ideology that were so attractive to its adherents and
enablers, and makes no mention of race theories, death camps, the
enslavement of Europes Jews, gays, gypsies, and other Non-Aryans, and
so on. On the other hand, it is important to note that the historical events to
which the play alludes span the years 1929 to 1938 only.
x Translators Note
before the readers mind, visually if not metrically: all speeches

written as blank verse in the original are set on the page as such;
speeches originally written in prose, as in Uis acting lesson
(scene six), are kept and typographically set as prose.
As for semantic accuracy, fidelity to the drama often
required that I change individual words. For example, in
a speech attacking Dogsboroughs view of life as bloodless
and bureaucratic, Clark contrasts his own idea of the city,
something built of wood and stone, with Dogsboroughs,
which is paper-based and biblical. The problem that one runs
into in contrasting a wood and stone city with a biblical city
in English is that they both sound antiquated and therefore too
similar. In his rendering of the sentence, Manheim retains the
imagery almost exactly but the meaning gets hazy:
To him the citys not a place of wood
And stone, where people live with people
Struggling to feed themselves and pay the rent
But words on paper, something from the Bible.
Dogsboroughs city is not a place of wood . . . /But . . .
something from the Bible. Is this good? Or bad? Its hard to
tell. Even the basic gestus or attitude of the sentence has been
lost in the sinkhole of accuracy because the imagery only
makes sense in German (and Germany). Chicago in the 1920s
and 1930s was built of steel, not wood; and neither Chicago
nor any other American city is old enough, as many Medieval
German cities are, to have experience of the kind of biblical
civic traditions alluded to here. I found as a result that I could
only convey the intended contrast between the city as a real
place of hard knocks and the city as confined to rule-books if
I removed the references to wood and the Bible altogether: He
doesnt understand the dog-eat-dog world / For him a citys
only paperwork, just laws and regulations.
Another case in point is the epilogues reference to the
still-ripe conditions or womb that produced Ui the first
time and could engender his like again. No matter how I
translated it, it kept sounding like an insult to women, as if
Brecht were blaming womb-bearers in particular for the rise
Translators Note xi
of such criminals. As Brechts meaning here is mainly Marxist,

not sexist, I had to transpose the metaphor to the more
gender-neutral ooze that spawned him (which picks up on the
many associations in English between primal ooze, underworld
crime, scum of the earth and decaying filth, not to mention
capitalisms fertile liquidity). Whenever I made a change of
this kind always as a last resort and only after all efforts to use
the original word(s) failed I took pains to choose a genuine
analogue (in this example, another site of fecund generation). To
serve the political gestus of a given word or image, I also looked
for its most topical analogue: the scandalous handouts from
City Hall to bankrupt businessmen, for example, are rendered
here as bailouts.
On one occasion, I put literal accuracy above all other
considerations even, arguably, theatrical clarity. I had
wanted to render Brechts business association, the Karfioltrust,
as something other than the Cauliflower Trust, perhaps as
the Cabbage Cartel (which is metrically closer to the original
and captures the idea of crony capitalism better than trust,
albeit at the cost of Brechts irony7). And I was tempted
to make this change because Brecht seems deliberately
to have avoided calling the group after a flower-related
vegetable, perhaps to prevent the audience from making
anything of the echo between the flowers (Blumen) of Givola
and the cauliflower (Blumenkohl) of the vegetable dealers: he
conspicuously chose the Austrian Karfiol over the synonymous
(and metrically equivalent) German Blumenkohl.8 (The fact that
cabbage is gangster-slang for money is another reason to
prefer it to cauliflower.) For better or worse, literal fidelity
won out: Karfioltrust has such a high profile throughout the play
that changing it risked turning my version from a translation
into an adaptation.
7
In North-American English today, trust is rarely used in a business or
commodities context; its much more likely to be assumed to refer to the
trust fund of a rich kid or the trusteeship of executors of a will.
8
Alternatively, he may have been signalling that the group is an Austrian
import.
xii Translators Note
The text is primarily that of Annabelle Khler (Suhrkamp,

2004). Where I judged his editorial decisions to be superior,
Ive relied on the text of Raimund Gerz (Suhrkamp, 1983). In
particular, I follow Gerz in not supplying any specific historical
material for the signs at the ends of scenes,9 as well as in my
choice of prologue.
When I first translated this play for Brians production, Id
been studying German for less than five years. For security, I
asked my first private German tutor, native-speaker Lydia Willis,
to provide me with a literal version, just in case. Partly because
my father knew German and partly because of my own taste
in literature, it had always been my dream to be able one day
to read the work of Nietzsche, Musil, Kafka and Krauss in
the original; but after failed attempts at the Goethe-Institut in
Toronto it was finally with Frau Willis in Victoria that I began to
make some progress. With her faded old textbooks and gemtlich
suburban kitchen, Lydia patiently endured my rapturous,
ruinous recitations of Heine and von Eichendorff, effectively
launching me on what has turned out to be the obsession of my
adult life. I dedicate this translation with gratitude to her.
Many years, several Berlin immersion courses, and buckets of
frustrated tears later, my German is still disappointing but better.
On the kind request of Johanna Schall, Barbara Brecht-Schall
and senior commissioning editor Charlotte Loveridge, I have
thoroughly revised my text for this edition. For going over the
whole again with a fine-toothed comb and snagging a few
remaining (and two rather embarrassing) errors, my thanks are
due also to the ever-painstaking and punctual Charlotte Ryland.
Jennifer Wise
20 April 2012
Victoria, B.C.
9
Brecht wanted the play to recall certain events familiar to us all.
Directors today who supply audiences only with the now-arcane and
no longer particularly familiar details of the 1932 Osthilfeskandal are not
making epic theatre, but a sort of museum theatre (see Gerz, 1323 for the
chronological events).
The Resistible Rise
of Arturo Ui
Characters
Announcer
Flake, Caruther, Butcher, Mulberry and
Clark (businessmen, heads of the Cauliflower Trust)
Sheet (dockyard owner)
Old Dogsborough
Young Dogsborough
Arturo Ui (gang boss)
Ernest Roma (his lieutenant)
Emanuele Giri and Giuseppe
Givola (gangsters florists)
Ted Ragg (reporter for The Star)
Dockdaisy
Bowl (Sheets accountant)
Goodwill and Gaffles (City Councillors)
OCasey (an investigator)
Actor
Hook (wholesale vegetable dealer)
Bodyguards
Gunmen
Vegetable dealers from Chicago and Cicero
Newspaper reporters
Fish, a defendant
Defence Counsel
Judge
Doctor
Prosecutor
Woman
Young Inna (Romas confidant)
Short man
Ignatius Dullfeet
Betty Dullfeet (his wife)
Dogsboroughs servant
Prologue
The Announcer steps before the canvas curtain, on which several large
notices are affixed:
Latest news scandal on the waterfront!
Battle over Dogsboroughs Will and Confession
Sensation at warehouse fire trial!
Ernesto Roma rubbed out by his gang!
Ignatius Dullfeet blackmailed and murdered!
The Mob takes Cicero City!
Oompah band behind the curtain.
Announcer Ladies and gents, we bring you tonight

(Now settle down, folks please be polite;
And you there, young lady, that hats gotta go)
The great historical gangster show!
Today for the very first time we reveal
The truth of the scandalous waterfront deal,
Presenting for your comprehension
The facts of Old Dogsboroughs Will and Confession.
How the stock market crashed, and Ui rose higher
The sensational trial of the warehouse fire!
The murder of Dullfeet! The Law in a coma!
Warfare in gangland: the murder of Roma!
Then, for our climax, the enlightening tableau:
Gangsters control all of Cicero!
Tonight, with local actors mugs
Well show you Ganglands greatest thugs
Some who live, some whove croaked,
Some who triumphed, some who choked;
Some were born and some were made
Take Dogsborough, for instance: honest, you say?
(Old Dogsborough steps in front of the curtain.)
His heart is black though his mops white as snow;
Just bow and get out, generalissimo.
Prologue 5
(Old Dogsborough steps back after having bowed to the public.)

Then, youll see look, hes already come
(Givola has stepped before the curtain.)
The dealer in flowers. What a greasy tongue;
Hell sell you a goat and pretend its a horse.
Not all scams have good legs, of course
Just take a look at his (Givola hobbles back, limping) whoops,
dont fall down.
And here comes Giri, the superclown!
Come on, get out here; lets see you, you slime,
(Giri steps before the curtain and waves his hand.)
One of the greatest killers of all time!
Alright, beat it!
(Giri retires with an angry expression.)
And now, the man youre all awaiting,
The gangster of gangsters, with a five-star rating,
Direct from heaven in punishment
For all our sins of violence,
Stupidity and impotence
Arturo Ui!
(Ui steps before the curtain and strolls along the footlights.)
Remind you of anyone? Richard the Third?
Not since his bloody Wars of the Roses
Has anyone seen such grandiose poses,
Bloodthirsty gore, and violent contention
Which is why, mams and sirs, our producers intention
Was to spare no expense, go that extra mile,
To portray these events in old MGM style.
Most of all, darling public, what youll see is all true
Nothings invented, and nothing is new,
Nothing was scrubbed for the kids or for you:
What we give you tonight is the worlds status quo:
Familiar to all the great gangster show!
While the music swells, mingling with the sound of machine-gun fire, the
Announcer withdraws with an air of busy self-importance.
6 The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui
One
a. Financial District. Enter five businessmen, the directors of the

Cauliflower Trust.
Flake Lousy times!
Clark Looks like Chicago
Dear old gal sprung a hole in her pocket.
Now shes in the market on her knees in the gutter,
Reaching for her last two dimes.
Caruther Eighty of us fellas were invited last week by
Mister Teddy Moon for a roast beef supper;
If wed gone, the only person dining would have been the
auctioneer.
What a collapse
Weve gone from high times to breadlines faster than a virgin
blushes.
The Great Lakes are teeming with barges
Bringin groceries to the city but they cant find a buyer!
Butcher Its like darkness at noon!
Mulberry Robber & Clive just went under the hammer
Clark Wheelers Imports, in fruit since day one bankrupt!
Havelocks garages liquidating!
Caruther Hey wheres Sheet?
Flake Too busy running from bank to bank.
Clark What, even Sheet?
(Pause.)
That does it: the cauliflower business
In this town is finished.
Butcher Now, come on gentlemen cheer up!
Youre not dead yet!
Mulberry Not dead aint the same as living.
Butcher Why so down?
The vegetable business is fine!
One 7
Were talking food for four million people! Crisis or no crisis,

A city needs its fresh veggies. Well pull through.
Caruther How are things in the grocery stores?
Mulberry Bad. Customers buy half a cabbage on credit!
Clark Our stock is rotting.
Flake Uh, fellas, theres this guy in the lobby
I only mention it cause its strange names Ui . . .
Clark The gangster?
Flake Yeah, in the flesh. Got a whiff of our rotten produce
And thinks he can capitalise.
Ernesto Roma, his lieutenant, says
He can convince all the grocers in town that itd be
Unhealthy to buy cauliflower from anyone but us.
Promises to double our sales given the choice, he says that
merchants
Would rather buy cauliflowers than coffins.
They laugh bitterly.
Caruther Thats outrageous.
Mulberry (roaring with laughter) Tommy-guns and explosives?
Interesting new sales techniques! Finally some innovative ideas
In the vegetable trade.
A few rumours that were losing sleep and whaddya know:
Mr Ui rushes in to offer his services!
Now its a choice between him and the Salvation Army.
I wonder whose soup tastes better?
Clark Uis would be hotter.
Caruther Throw him out!
Mulberry But nicely. Who knows
We might need him yet.
They laugh.
Flake Butcher and I weve cooked a little something up
To tide us through this cash-flow crisis. The basic ideas
pretty simple:
Why shouldnt we, loyal taxpayers that we are, get help from
the city for once
Say, a loan to build new docks, so that vegetables can be
brought in cheaper?
With his influence, Old Dogsborough could arrange it for sure.
Butcher But he wont go near it.
Flake Dammit, the waterfronts his home riding!
Hes gotta do something to help us.
Caruther Ive shelled out for years to his campaign fund.
Mulberry Hell before he went into politics, he ran Sheets
cafeteria!
It was our bread that kept him alive. The ingratitude!
Like I said, Flake: aint no more human decency.
Its not just cash were short of its decency too.
They run like rats from the sinking ship,
Friend turns foe, servants wont serve,
And our good old pal from the snack bar
Gives us the cold shoulder.
Where do morals go in times like these?
Caruther Never would have expected that of Dogsborough!
Flake What does he say?
Butcher Says the ideas fishy.
Flake Fishy! Theres nothing fishy about building docks.
Thats work and food for thousands!
Butcher He says he doubts were really building docks.
Flake Thats ridiculous.
Butcher What, that were really not building them?
Flake No, that he doubts us!
Clark Then find someone else to push the loan through.
Mulberry Yeah, someone else.
Butcher Maybe; but theres no-one like Dogsborough.
Relax hes a good man.
One 9
Clark Good for nothin.

Butcher Hes honest. And whats more: hes perceived as
honest.
Flake Malarkey.
Butcher Look, hes obviously got to think of his reputation.
Flake Obviously? We need a loan from City Hall.
His reputations not our problem.
Butcher Isnt it? I think it is. A loan like this,
With no questions asked, can only be got by an honest man,
Someone theyd be ashamed to ask for all the documents and
guarantees.
Dogsborough is that kind of man.
Get this straight: Old Dogsborough is our loan.
Why? Because they believe in him. They may not believe in
God,
But they trust in Dogsborough. Even a cold-blooded
stockbroker,
The kind who wont even talk to his lawyer without an
attorney present,
Would gladly entrust his last dime to Dogsboroughs apron,
or leave it on his bar.
Two hundred pounds of solid honesty! In eighty years, not a
single sign of moral
Weakness. I tell ya: a man like that is worth his weight in gold
Especially to those who plan to build some docks
And go about it kinda slowly.
Flake Fine, so hes worth his weight in gold. When he
vouches
For a deal, its as good as done. Except hes not vouching for
this one!
Clark Not him, with his highfalutin talk about ending the
free lunch
Of bailouts from City Hall. Disgusting. Hes got no sense of
humour.
No flexibility, either. He doesnt understand the dog-eat-dog
world;
For him a citys only paperwork, just laws and regulations.

I never could stand the guy. He was never really on our side.
Whats cauliflower to him? Or the shipping business?
Every vegetable in town could rot he wouldnt lift a finger!
For twenty years hes taken our money for his campaign. And
All that time, he only really noticed cauliflower when it
turned up on his plate!
Probably never even seen the inside of a warehouse!
Butcher You got that right.
Clark To hell with him!
Butcher No, not to hell to work!
Flake But how? Clark said it straight: the old mans
cold-shouldered us.
Butcher Clark also said why.
Clark The man doesnt know his ass from his elbow.
Butcher Thats right. He lacks knowledge.
Dogsborough doesnt how it feels to be in our shoes.
So the question is, how do we get Dogsborough into our
shoes?
Pity, but its pretty clear: were going to have to educate the
man.
Listen up: I got a little plan. . . .
A sign appears.
b. Outside the commodity exchange. Flake and Sheet in conversation.

Sheet Ive been running from pillar to post. Pillar was
AWOL, Post in the john.
Friends dont show their faces. Brothers dress up in their
finest rags
Before a get-together, to avoid being pumped for cash.
Business partners are so frightened, they use false names
when meeting in public.
The citys shut its wallet tight.
Flake So what about our proposition?
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Sheet To sell my dockyards? No way.

You fellas want a full meal for the price of the tip
And a thank-you to boot!
You really no, I better not say.
Flake You wont get more from anybody else.
Sheet Not even from my friends I know.
Flake Moneys tight.
Sheet Even tighter when you need it and friends can smell
our need in a second.
Flake Youre gonna lose your waterfront.
Sheet And probably my wife along with it.
Flake If you sold . . .
Sheet . . . shed stay another year. But what I dont get is why
you even want it.
Flake Has it never occurred to you that the Trust might want
to help you?
Sheet Oh, what was I thinking? Imagine that
Me thinking you were trying to steal everything I got,
When you were just trying to help me!
Flake Bitterness towards your fellow man wont save you
from the auction-block, my friend.
Sheet But at least it wont help the block, my friend!
Three men saunter past, the gangster Arturo Ui, his lieutenant
Ernesto Roma, and a bodyguard. Ui stares at Flake, as if expecting
to be addressed, and as they leave, Roma shoots him a nasty look.
Sheet Whos that?
Flake Arturo Ui, the gangster. So, you selling?
Sheet He seems to want to talk to you.
Flake (laughing angrily) No kidding. Hes been hounding us
With offers to help move our vegetables with
machine-guns.
Guys like Ui, theyre everywhere nowadays,

Spreading across the city like a flesh-eating disease,
Consuming a finger, then an arm, then a shoulder . . .
Where it comes from, nobody knows some bottomless pit,
anyway.
Larceny, kidnapping, extortion, havoc and homicide
Hands in the air! and Surrender or else!
Its gotta stop.
Sheet (looking at him sharply) And fast. Its contagious.
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Back room of Dogsboroughs tavern. Dogsborough and son are

washing beer-glasses. Enter Butcher and Flake.
Dogsborough Gentlemen, youre wasting your time. Im not
doing it. Your proposals fishy;
It stinks of rotten fish.
Young Dogsborough My father declines.
Butcher OK, forget about it.
We ask. You say no. Fine, the answers no.
Dogsborough Its fishy. I know what kind of docks you
mean. Im not doing it.
Young Dogsborough Fathers not doing it.
Butcher Fine, forget it.
Dogsborough Im sorry to see you taking this road.
The city coffers not just a trough for everybodys free lunch.
And damn it, your business is perfectly healthy.
Butcher Whatd I say, Flake? Youre all being too negative.
Dogsborough Negativity is treason.
Youll just end up stabbing each other in the back, my boys.
Look, whatre you selling? Cauliflower. Thats as good
As meat and bread. Man lives by meat and bread and
Vegetables too. If I served my customers steak with no onions,
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Or lamb with no beans, Id never see them again!

Sure, some of them are a little strapped right now.
They think twice before making major purchases.
But this towns as healthy as ever have no fear: people will
always
Find a dime for their vegetables.
Cheer up, boys, eh?
Flake It does us good to hear you, Dogsborough.
Gives us courage to fight another day.
Butcher In fact, its kind of funny, Dogsborough, to find you
So bullish about the future of cauliflower.
Because to tell you the truth, were here for a reason.
No, not that other business, thats done with,
Fuggedaboudit. This is something nice
At least, we hope so. Dogsborough,
Its not escaped the notice of the Trust that, as of June,
Itll be twenty years exactly since you left us for politics.
After running the lunch counter on the waterfront
For almost a generation, you decided to go out on your own,
And devote yourself to the welfare of the city
A city that wouldnt be the same today without you.
Nor would the Cauliflower Trust be the same today without
you.
Im glad to hear you think the industrys so healthy
Because yesterday, we decided,
In honour of this special occasion, as a token of our
appreciation,
Proof that in our hearts we still think of you as one of us
We decided to offer you the majority shares in Sheets
dockyard
For a measly twenty grand less than half of what theyre worth.
He lays a package of shares on the counter.
Dogsborough Butcher, what is this?
Butcher You know, Dogsborough, we members of the Trust
Are not known for our sentimentality;
But last night, when we heard, in response to our stupid
request for a loan,
Your honourable, upstanding, might I say brutally honest

answer,
Well, I hate to admit it, but some of us had to fight back tears.
Holy cow, says one of us relax, Flake, Im not saying
who what were we thinking?
There was a stunned silence.
And then, spontaneously, this idea came up. . . .
Dogsborough Whatre you up to?
Butcher Whatre we up to? Were making you an offer.
Flake And one were really thrilled to make.
Here you stand, behind your bar, the very model of an
honest citizen,
Washing glasses for a clientele with more money than youll
ever have.
Its a moving sight you could even say it washes our souls
clean, too!
Dogsborough I dont know what to say.
Butcher Dont say anything. Just take the package.
Even an honest man could use it, no?
Come on, dammit how often does the gravy train come to
town
On the straight and narrow?
And what about your son? Sure, a good names worth more
Than a good bank balance,
But I bet he wont object. Go on, take it.
And hopefully you wont bite our heads off for this!
Dogsborough Sheets dockyards!
Flake You can see them from here.
Dogsborough (at the window) Ive seen them for twenty years.
Flake We know.
Dogsborough Whats Sheet planning to do?
Flake Going into beer.
Butcher So . . . deal?
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Dogsborough I understand that youve got problems;

But nobody gives away a waterfront for nothing.
Flake Granted; true.
But twenty grand will come in pretty handy
Now that our loans fallen through.
Butcher And were not wild about selling on the open
market right now . . .
Dogsborough Hmmm. Its not a bad deal. As long as there
arent any strings attached . . .
Flake None.
Dogsborough Twenty thousand, you say?
Flake Too much?
Dogsborough No, no. The very dockyard where I got my
start. . . .
Well, as long as theres nothing shady here . . .
Have you really given up on the loan?
Flake Absolutely.
Dogsborough I might be open to it. Itd be a good thing for
you, son, wouldnt it?
I figured you boys were down on me, and here you come,
With an offer like this! See, son, sometimes honesty does pay
off.
Like you said: the lad stood to inherit nothing more than my
good name
And poverty . . . Ive seen the evils it can bring.
Butcher Youd lift a real weight from our hearts
If you said yes. Itd erase all traces of that awful
Aftertaste you know, from our dumb proposal. And in the
future,
We could really use your advice about how
To keep a business legit in troubled times
Cause itll be your business, too, Dogsborough;
Like us, youll also be a cauliflower man. Right?
Dogsborough takes his hand.
Dogsborough Butcher. Flake. Im in.

Young Dogsborough My fathers in.
A sign appears.
Three
Bookies office on 122nd Street. Arturo Ui and his lieutenant Ernesto

Roma, with bodyguards, are listening to the racing news on the
radio. Dockdaisy beside Roma.
Roma Arturo, I wish youd shake off this depression, this black
And idle dreaming. The whole towns talking.
Ui (bitterly) Talking? No-ones talking about me any more.
This towns got no memory. Ah, how fleeting fame is.
Two months without a murder and they forget you ever lived.
(Rifles through newspapers.)
When the gun falls silent, so does the press. And even when
I do provide the murders, I cant be sure theyll be covered.
My deeds count for nothing; only my influence matters
And that, of course, depends on my bank balance.
Its come to the point where Im thinking
Of ditching the whole damn show.
Roma Our boys are also hurting from the lack of cash.
Morales down. The lack of actions getting to em.
A man with nothing but playing cards to shoot at
Loses his touch. I feel sorry for them, Arturo,
I can hardly bring myself to show my face
Around headquarters. My usual promise Therell be
action tomorrow
Sticks in my craw when I see their trusting faces.
Your idea for the vegetable racket sounded great. Why dont
we get started?
Ui Not now. Too grassroots. Too soon.
Roma Too soon is good. Youve been sulking for four
months now,
Ever since the Trust gave you the brush-off.
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Plans. Then more plans. Half-hearted inquiries

That fiasco with the Trust has wrecked your nerve. And that
little episode
With the police, at Harpers Bank I think it really shook
you up!
Ui But they fired!
Roma Only in the air. Which was illegal.
Ui Two inches lower, two witnesses less, and Id be sitting in
the joint right now.
And that judge! Not a shred of sympathy!
Roma But that was a bank; for a grocery store, the police
wont be so trigger-happy.
Listen, Arturo, well start at Eleventh Street. Smash some
windows,
Torch the cauliflower, trash the furniture.
Then work our way down to Seventh. Couple days later,
Emanuele Giri drops by, carnation in his pinstripe,
Promises protection. For 10 per cent of sales.
Ui No. First, I need protection protection from
The police and the judges. Then I can protect others.
Its gotta start from the top.
(Gloomily.)
Until I can slip some gold into their pockets, and get those
judges into mine,
I got no power.
Cant even pull a measly bank job without having my head
shot off by some two-bit cop.
Roma Then that leaves Givolas plan. Hes got a real nose
For dirt; if he says the Cauliflower Trust smells
Rotten, theres something to it.
When the city gave em that bailout, people started talking.
Since then, rumoursve been flying
About a certain construction project thats not exactly getting
constructed.
But Dogsborough supported it, they say;
How could it be fishy if the good ol Sunday-schoolboy
himself approved it?
Hey. Heres Ragg from The Star. Nobody knows more about
This stuff than Ragg. Hey, Ragg!
Ragg (slightly drunk) Hello you two! Hello, Roma. Hello Ui.
How goes it in Capua?
Ui Whats he talkin?
Ragg Just kidding ya, Ui. Capua was this third-rate little town
Where a mighty army went to shit from too much sloth,
indulgence and inactivity.
Ui Go to hell.
Roma (to Ragg) No fighting! So: whats the scoop about this
loan to the Cauliflower Trust?
Ragg Whats it to you?
You selling vegetables these days? Oh, I get it you
Want a loan from the city too. Ask Dogsborough!
The old manll push it through. (imitating him.)
Can we allow a fundamentally healthy business to wither on
the vine,
Just from a temporary crisis of liquidity?
Not a dry eye in the house. Everyones heart goes out
To the cauliflower as if their souls were made of the stuff.
Ah, but Tommy-guns dont inspire that kind of tenderness,
do they, Arturo?
The other customers laugh.
Roma Dont needle him. Hes in a lousy mood.
Ragg No kidding. They say Givolas
Already asked Capone for a job.
Dockdaisy (very drunk) Thats a lie you leave Giuseppe
outta this!
Ragg (to Dockdaisy) And there she is, the broad of Givola,
Givola the Gimp.
Fourth moll of a third-rate lieutenant of a fast-fading star of a
second magnitude.
O cruel fate!
Dockdaisy Somebody shut his stinkin trap!
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Ragg Ah, the poor gangster struts and frets his hour upon the
stage and is heard no more.
A fickle public picks new heroes faster than the mob in Rome,
And yesterdays favourite is forgotten his mug-shot yellows
in a dusty drawer.
Hey, people, didnt I do some damage? When was that?
Back then.
Those wounds scarred over long ago and even the nicest
scars turn to dust in the end, with their bearers
Is it true that in this world, where good deeds count for
nothing,
Evil ones leave no trace neither? Not a trace. Ah, cruel world!
Ui (yells) Shut his yap!
The bodyguards approach Ragg. The other patrons rise to their feet in
alarm.
Ragg (turning pale) Hey watch how you treat the press, Ui.
Roma (pushing Ragg away) Get lost, youve said enough. Go
on, beat it.
Ragg (backing out, now scared) Catch you later!
The room empties quickly.
Roma Arturo, youre a wreck.
Ui Guys treat me like dirt.
Roma Cause youve been quiet for so long, thats all.
Ui (sombre) Wheres Giri with this accountant we keep
hearing about?
Roma Supposed to be here at three.
Ui And whats this about Givola and Capone?
Roma Its nothing. Capone just went over to his flower shop
To buy some wreaths.
Ui Wreaths? Who for?
Roma I dunno. Not us.
Ui Dont be too sure.
Roma Youre seeing everything in a bad light today.

Nobodys worried about us.
Ui Exactly! They treat shit with more respect. Like Givola
first sign of trouble, and he bails. I swear, as soon as we
succeed, hes going down.
Roma Giri.
Emanuele Giri enters with Bowl, a shabby-looking character.
Giri Heres the man, boss!
Roma (to Bowl) You Sheets chief accountant, from the
Cauliflower Trust?
Bowl Was. Was chief accountant, boss, till last week,
When this new son of a bitch
Giri hates everything to do with cauliflower
Bowl Dogsborough
Ui (quickly) what about him?
Roma Whatve you got to do with Dogsborough?
Giri Thats why I brought him here.
Bowl Dogsborough fired me.
Roma From Sheets dockyards?
Bowl No, from his. Hes owned them since September.
Roma What?
Giri Sheets waterfront its Dogsboroughs now. Bowl was
there
When Butcher handed the old geezer the majority share.
Ui And?
Bowl And! Its a bloody scandal
Giri Dont ya see, boss?
Bowl Dogsborough backed that big fat loan for
The Cauliflower Trust
Giri while he was secretly a member of it!
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Ui (beginning to understand) Thats corrupt!

Mother of God, Dogsboroughs got some dirty laundry
after all.
Bowl The loan went to the Cauliflower boys, but they
arranged it
Through me, at the shipyard. And it was on behalf of
Dogsborough
That I signed for it, not Sheet, as everybody figured.
Giri If that aint a knock-out ! Dogsborough!
That rusty old monument, that handshaking pillar of
Honesty, whose word was his bond!
Incorruptible old Dogsborough!
Bowl Hell pay for this, I tell ya fires me for embezzlement
When all the time hes the dirty rat!
Roma Cool it! Youre not the only one
Whos steaming. What do you think, Ui?
Ui (about Bowl) Will he testify?
Giri Sure.
Ui (grand exit) Keep an eye on him boys. Come on, Roma!
I think were in business.
He leaves quickly, followed by Ernesto Roma and bodyguards.
Giri (slapping Bowl on the back) Well done, Bowl, you really
came across.
Bowl As for the dough . . .?
Giri Dont you worry. I know the boss.
A sign appears.
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Dogsboroughs country house. Dogsborough and his son.

Dogsborough I never should have bought this country house.
Getting the dockyard shares for half price
Wasnt wrong . . .
Young Dogsborough Absolutely not.

Dogsborough And backing a loan for a successful business
That was failing for lack of cash-flow
That wasnt a crime either. But getting the house first,
And then acting secretly in my own interest by expressing
confidence
In a company that I already owned, that was bad.
Young Dogsborough Yes, father.
Dogsborough It was an error, son, or could be perceived
that way.
No, I should never have taken this house.
Young Dogsborough No.
Dogsborough Son, weve been caught in a trap.
Young Dogsborough Yes, father.
Dogsborough That stock-offering was like the bowl of
salted nuts
They put on the bar for free: satisfies your hunger for nothing,
But leaves you with a costly thirst.
(Pause.)
This public inquiry into the dockland deal
Concerns me. The moneys already gone
Clark took some, and so did Butcher, and Flake, and
Caruther,
And so, alas, did I, and not an ounce of cements been
ordered yet.
The only saving grace is that, at Sheets request,
I didnt make the sale a public thing. At least nobody knows
Im involved in the dockland deal.
Servant (entering) Mr Butcher of the Cauliflower Trust on
the telephone.
Dogsborough Get that for me will you son?
(Young Dogsborough leaves with the servant. Bells can be
heard ringing in the distance.)
What can Butcher want? (Looking out the window.)
It was the poplars that sold me on this place.
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And the view of the lake, like silver before its minted
Into coins. And no sour smell of day-old beer!
Those fir-trees look pretty too, especially at the tips. A dusty,
greyish-green.
And the colour of the trunks reminds me of the leather we
used to wrap
Around the beer-taps. But what really sold me was the
poplars. Yes, it was
The poplars. Its Sunday. Hm. Those bells would sound so
peaceful
If it werent for all the evil in the world. But what can
Butcher want,
On Sunday? I never should have. . . .
Young Dogsborough (returning) Father, Butcher says they
voted at City Hall tonight
To investigate the dockland scheme. Father! Whats wrong?
Dogsborough My smelling salts!
Young Dogsborough (giving them) Here.
Dogsborough What does Butcher want?
Young Dogsborough He wants to come over.
Dogsborough Here? Impossible.
I dont feel well. My heart. (He gets up. Grandly:)
I have nothing to do with this. For sixty years Ive walked the
Straight and narrow and the city knows it.
Their schemes cant touch me.
Young Dogsborough Yes, father. Feel better?
Servant (enters) A Mr Ui to see you. . . .
Dogsborough The gangster!
Servant Yes, his picture was in the paper. He says that a
Mr Clark
Of the Cauliflower Trust sent him.
Dogsborough Throw him out. Who sent him? Clark? To
hell with him.
What, hes threatening me with gangsters now? Ill
Enter Arturo Ui and Ernesto Roma.

Ui Mr Dogsborough.
Dogsborough Get out.
Roma Easy, easy. Not so fast! Its Sunday, right?
Dogsborough I said get out.
Young Dogsborough My father said get out.
Roma He can say it as much as he likes it wont change
nothing.
Ui (unruffled) Mr Dogsborough.
Dogsborough Wherere the servants? Call the police.
Roma Youd better stay put, son. There could be a couple of
boys in the hall,
Might misinterpret your actions.
Dogsborough I see. Brute force.
Roma No, not force. Just a little friendly encouragement.
Silence.
Ui Mr Dogsborough. I realise you dont know me or
Maybe just by reputation, which is worse.
Because, Mr Dogsborough, what you see before you is a
much disparaged man,
Whose image has been blackened by the envy of others,
His good intentions twisted by malicious minds.
Fourteen years ago, when I first came to this city to start my
career
In which, by the way, Ive been remarkably successful
I was unemployed, a poor son of the Bronx,
With nothing to my name but seven tough and loyal boys, all
penniless like me,
And like me all determined to carve their chunk of steak
From every cow on Gods green earth.
Well, I got thirty youngsters now, and soon therell be more.
Now you might be wondering: What does Ui want from me?
Nothing, really except one thing: Not to be misunderstood!
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Not to be taken for a hustler, or an opportunist,

Or whatever else theyre saying. . . .
(Clears his throat.)
especially the police, for whom I have nothing but respect.
Which is why Ive come to you today: to ask that you
and asking dont come easy for a guy like me
To ask that you put in a good word for me,
When necessary, with the police.
Dogsborough (incredulous) Vouch for you?
Ui If necessary. Of course, it all depends on whether we can
reach
A friendly understanding with the vegetable dealers.
Dogsborough What business do you have with them?
Ui Im getting to that. Ive decided to protect the vegetable
trade.
Against all threats. With force if necessary.
Dogsborough But there havent been any threats.
Ui So far, maybe not. But I see further and I ask: for how
long? For how long
In a town like this, with such a lazy, corrupt police force,
Will the humble grocer be able to sell his vegetables in peace?
Maybe hell wake up tomorrow morning to find his little shop
Destroyed by ruthless hands, his cashbox lifted?
Would he not prefer to pay a small sum now, to guarantee
protection in the future?
Dogsborough No, I dont think so.
Ui Well, that would mean he doesnt know whats good for
him. Which is possible.
Ah, the simple, hard-working little grocer, honest but
short-sighted
He needs strong leadership. But unfortunately he doesnt
seem to feel no obligation
To the Trust, who gave him everything hes got.
See, I come into the picture even there, Mr Dogsborough.
Because even the Trust needs protection these days.
An end to these freeloaders! Cough up or close your shop!

And let the weak bite the dust!
Its the law of nature! In short, the Trust needs me.
Dogsborough Whats the Cauliflower Trust to me? Listen,
Mister, youve brought your strange ideas to the wrong place.
Ui Well get to that. Know what you need? Muscle the
Cauliflower Trust needs muscle.
Thirty faithful boys under my leadership.
Dogsborough Maybe the Trust does prefer Tommy-guns to
typewriters these days,
But I really wouldnt know.
Because I dont belong to the Trust.
Ui Well get to that. You might say:
Thirty men with heavy artillery hanging around the Trust?
How can we be sure no harm will come to us?
The answers simple: He who pays, calls the shots.
And youre the one whos handing out the cheques.
How could I ever turn against you even if I wanted to,
Even if I didnt have such high respect for you? Because you
have my word.
Who am I anyway? How many followers do you think I
really have?
Do you realise that some have quit already? Theres maybe
twenty left, tops.
If you dont help me, Im through. You have a duty, today, as
a human being,
To save me from my enemies and, if I can be perfectly
honest, from my friends too!
The work of fourteen years is at stake. Im appealing to you
as a man.
Dogsborough As a man? As a man Im calling the police.
Ui The police?
Dogsborough Thats right, the police.
Ui Are you saying that you refuse to help me as man?
(Screaming.)
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Then I demand it of you as a criminal! Because thats what

you are!
And Im gonna expose you I got all the evidence!
Youre involved in the waterfront scandal! You are
Sheets dockyards! Im warning you. Dont push me too far.
Theyve voted to investigate.
Dogsborough (very pale) They wont! My friends
Ui You got no friends! You had some yesterday,
But you got no friends today and tomorrow youll have only
enemies.
If anybodys gonna save you, its gonna be me! Arturo Ui!
Me! Me!
Dogsborough The investigation wont take place.
Nobodys going to hurt me. My hair is white . . .
Ui And thats the only thing that is. Listen, man!
Dogsborough!
(Tries to grab his hand.)
Think! Think while you still can. Let me save you. You just
say the word
Any mug tries to touch so much as a hair on your head, Ill
pump him full of lead!
Dogsborough, help me, I beg you, just this once! Just once!
If I cant get you in on this, Ill never be able to face my boys
again . . .
Hes crying.
Dogsborough Never! Id rather die than have anything to
do with you.
Ui Im finished and I know it. 40 years old and Im still nothing.
You gotta help me!
Dogsborough Never.
Ui Listen, Im warning you. Ill destroy you.
Dogsborough No, youll never get into the vegetable racket.
Not while Im alive.
Ui (with dignity) Mr Dogsborough, Im 40 years old.
Youre already eighty and God willing Ill outlive you.

And if theres one thing I know for sure its this:
I will get into the vegetable business.
Dogsborough Never!
Ui Roma, were outta here. (He makes a formal bow and leaves
with Roma.)
Dogsborough Air! What a fool! Oh, what a fool! No, I should
Never have taken this house! But they wont dare investigate.
If they do, Im through. But no, no, they wont dare.
Servant (entering) Goodwill and Gaffles from the City Council.
Enter Goodwill and Gaffles.
Goodwill Hello Dogsborough.
Dogsborough Goodwill. Gaffles. Any news?
Goodwill All bad Im afraid. Say, wasnt
That Arturo Ui we just passed in the hall?
Dogsborough (with a forced laugh) In the flesh.
Not really an ornament for a country house. . . .
Goodwill No, not really. Now, its a no-good wind thats
brought us here.
Its about the loan. For the dock-construction project of the
Cauliflower Trust.
Dogsborough (stiffly) What about the loan?
Gaffles Last night, at City Hall, certain councillors said
now dont get upset
That it smelled kinda . . . fishy.
Dogsborough Fishy.
Goodwill Relax the phrase was condemned by a clear
majority.
Miracle they didnt come to blows!
Gaffles Dogsboroughs contracts fishy? they cried.
And how bout the Bible? That suddenly fishy too?
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Practically turned into a standing ovation for you,

Dogsborough.
Your friends demanded an immediate investigation which
caused
The others to withdraw their motion, so impressed were they
With our confidence, said they didnt need to hear another
word about it.
The majority, though, were determined to see your name
cleared of even a shadow
Of doubt: Dogsborough? they cried, Dogsboroughs not
just a name, not just a man
Its an institution! Then all hell broke loose and they voted
for the investigation.
Dogsborough The investigation.
Goodwill OCasey will be leading it. The folks at the Trust
Are saying that the loan was made out to Sheets dockyard,
So the builders contracts are not with them, but with Sheets
waterfront.
Dogsborough Sheets waterfront.
Goodwill The best thing you could do is send a man
Of spotless reputation, someone impartial, someone you trust,
To shed some light on this unholy rats nest.
Dogsborough Yes, yes.
Gaffles Good, thats settled. Now lets have us a look at this
famous
Country house of yours, Dogsborough,
So well have something to report!
Dogsborough Sure.
Goodwill Peace and quiet and church bells too. What more
could a man want?
Gaffles (laughing) And not a dock in sight.
Dogsborough Ill send you a man.
They go out slowly.
A sign appears.
Five
City Hall. Butcher, Flake, Clark, Mulberry, Caruther.

Across from them, next to Dogsborough, whos white as a sheet,
OCasey, Gaffles and Goodwill. Reporters.
Butcher (softly) Hes late.
Mulberry Hes coming with Sheet. Maybe they havent
reached
An agreement yet. I hear they were negotiating all night.
Sheets gotta say he still owns the dockyard.
Caruther Thats asking a bit much, isnt it, to make Sheet
come here
And swear hes the only crook?
Flake Hell never do it.
Clark Hell have to.
Flake Why would he agree to spend five years in the
slammer?
Clark Because its big pile of dough. Mabel Sheet needs luxury,
And hes still crazy for her. Hell do it.
As for jail-time he wont serve any jail-time. Dogsborough
will see to that.
Shouts of newspaper boys are heard and a reporter brings in a paper.
Gaffles Sheets been found dead. In his hotel room.
A ticket for Frisco in his pocket.
Butcher Sheet dead?
OCasey (reads) Murdered.
Mulberry Holy !
Flake (softly) Guess hes not coming . . .
Gaffles Dogsborough. You feel OK?
Dogsborough (with difficulty) Itll pass.
OCasey Sheets death . . .
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Clark Looks like the unexpected death of poor Sheet has just
torpedoed this investigation.
OCasey Actually, the unexpected is often quite
Predictable some people even bet on it;
Such is life, huh? But it puts me in a tight spot.
Since according to the paper poor Mr Sheet isnt talking
much anymore,
I trust you wont insist that I confine my questions to him
alone. . . .
Mulberry Whatre you saying? The loan was granted
To the dockyards, right?
OCasey Thats right. However: who is the dockyards?
Flake (under his breath) Interesting question. . . . Hes got
something up his sleeve.
Clark (likewise) I wonder what.
OCasey Feeling alright, Dogsborough? Maybe its the air?
(To the others.) I mean, a person might be thinking:
While Sheets having dirt shovelled on his corpse
Might as well sprinkle a little shit on top for good measure.
I suspect
Clark it might be better, OCasey, if you didnt do so much
suspecting.
We got laws in this town against slander.
Mulberry Yeah, whats with all the innuendos? As I
understand it,
Dogsboroughs picked a man to come and clear the whole
thing up.
Lets just wait for him.
OCasey Hes late. And when he shows up, I hope
Hes got more to talk about than Sheet.
Flake We expect hell tell the truth and nothing but.
OCasey Really? An honest man, is he?
Fine with me. Sheets only been dead for a matter of
hours
Should be no problem getting to the bottom of it.

(To Dogsborough.) Your man better be good.
Clark (sharply) He is what he is. And here he comes.
Enter Arturo Ui and Roma, accompanied by their bodyguards.
Ui Hiya Clark. Hiya Dogsborough. Hello all.
Clark Ui.
Ui So, what do you want to know?
OCasey (to Dogsborough) This is your man?
Clark Sure, not good enough?
Goodwill Dogsborough, does this mean ?
OCasey (to the reporters, whove grown agitated) Quiet over there!
A Reporter Its Ui!
Laughter. OCasey calls for order, then musters the bodyguards.
OCasey Who are these people?
Ui Friends.
OCasey (to Roma) Whore you?
Ui My accountant, Ernesto Roma.
Gaffles Hold on Dogsborough, are you serious?
Dogsborough keeps silent.
OCasey Mr Ui, we take it from Mr Dogsboroughs eloquent
silence
That you enjoy his full confidence. So, wherere the
contracts?
Ui What contracts?
Clark (since OCasey is looking at Goodwill) The ones the
dockyard
Signed with the builders for expansion of the docks.
Ui I dont know nothing about any contracts.
OCasey No?
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Clark You mean there arent any?

OCasey (quickly) Did you talk to Sheet?
Ui (shaking his head) No.
Clark Youre sure you didnt talk to Sheet?
Ui (angrily) Whoever says I talked to Sheets a liar.
OCasey I thought Dogsborough asked you to look into the
matter.
Ui And I did.
OCasey And has your research, Mr Ui, borne fruit?
Ui Absolutely. It wasnt easy to get at the truth, mind you.
And it aint no pleasant one neither. See, when
Mr Dogsborough
Asked me, for the sake of the city, to clear up
This question of where the hard-earned savings of us
taxpayers went
When our money was entrusted to a certain dockyard well,
I discovered to my disgust
That the money was embezzled. Thats Point One. Point
Two is Who embezzled it?
This I was able to ascertain as well, and the guilty party, alas,
is. . . .
OCasey Well, who is it?
Ui Sheet.
OCasey Oh, Sheet! Silent Sheet, the one you didnt talk to!
Ui Why you lookin at me like that? Sheets the guilty party.
Clark Sheets dead. Havent you heard?
Ui Really? Dead? I was in Cicero last night. So I didnt hear
about it. Roma was with me.
Pause.
Roma Thats funny. You think its just a coincidence that
hes ?
Ui Gentlemen, this is no coincidence. Sheets suicide is but

the inevitable result
Of his monstrous crime!
OCasey It wasnt a suicide.
Ui What else could it be? Of course, me and Roma were in
Cicero last night,
So we know nothing. But what I do know and what is clear to
everyone is this:
Sheet, apparently an honest businessman, was really a
gangster!
OCasey I understand. No words are too strong for Sheet
now,
After the strong-arm tactics of last night. Dogsborough, over
to you.
Dogsborough To me?
Butcher (sharply) Yeah, why Dogsborough?
OCasey The following: if I understand Mister Ui
And I think I understand him very well
A dockyard was loaned some money, which it embezzled.
But the question remains: who or what is this dockyard?
They say its Sheet. But whats a name? What interests us
Is who actually owns this dockyard. Did Sheet own it?
Doubtless, Sheet could enlighten us, only
Sheet hasnt been in the mood to discuss his property
Since last night, when Mr Ui went to Cicero. Is it possible
That someone else might have been the owner
When this particular embezzlement took place?
Whatre your thoughts, Dogsborough?
Dogsborough Me?
OCasey Yes, could it be that you were sitting in Sheets office
When a certain contract, well, lets say wasnt being signed?
Goodwill OCasey.
Gaffles (to OCasey) Dogsborough? Are you nuts?
Dogsborough I
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OCasey And earlier, when you spoke at City Hall

About the cauliflower crisis
And how it needed a bailout
Were you by any chance speaking from personal experience?
Butcher What is this? Cant you see the man is sick?
Caruther An elderly man!
Flake With pure white hair !
Roma I say: evidence!
OCasey As for the evidence
Ui Quiet, please! A little order, my friends.
Gaffles (aloud) For gods sake, Dogsborough, say something!
A Bodyguard (suddenly roars) The boss wants quiet! Quiet!
Instant silence.
Ui If I may say what Im feeling at this moment,
When I look upon this shameful sight an old man, insulted,
His friends standing idly by its this:
Mr Dogsborough, I believe in you. People, I ask you: is this
the face of guilt?
Is this what a crook looks like?
Is white not white any more? Is black not black?
I ask you, people, has it come to this?
Clark A man of spotless reputation accused of graft!
OCasey Worse fraud!
For I contend that this shady dockyard,
Apparently corrupt when Sheet was said to be the owner,
In fact belonged to Dogsborough when it got that loan!
Mulberry Thats a lie!
Caruther Ill stake my life for Dogsborough
Subpoena the whole damned town,
You wont find a single soul who doubts his word!
Reporter (to another whos just entering) Dogsboroughs being
accused.
Other Reporter Dogsborough? Why not Abe Lincoln?
Mulberry and Flake Witnesses! Witnesses!

OCasey Ah, witnesses. That what you want? OK Bailiff,
hows our witness?
Is he here yet? I see he is.
One of OCaseys people has stepped into the doorway and made a sign.
All eyes on the door. Short pause. Then a burst of machine-gun fire. Chaos.
The reporters rush out.
Reporters Its outside. Machine-gun fire. OCasey whos
your witness? Nasty business! Hello, Ui!
OCasey (going towards the door) Bowl. (Shouts outside.) Get in here.
Members of the Cauliflower Trust Whats going on?
Someones been shot.
On the stairs. Damn it!
Butcher (to Ui) More of your nasty tricks? Ui, were quits
with you
If anythings happened that . . .
Ui Yes?
OCasey Bring him in! (The police bring in a corpse.) Its Bowl.
Gentlemen, Im afraid my witness is no longer in a fit state
for questioning.
He leaves quickly. The police leave Bowls corpse in a corner.
Dogsborough Gaffles, get me out of here. (Gaffles leaves
without responding.)
Ui (going to Dogsborough with an outstretched hand)
Mr Dogsborough my congratulations.
See? One way or another, I clear up these situations.
A sign appears.
Six
Mammoth Hotel. Uis suite. Two bodyguards bring in a down-at-heel

actor. Givola in the background.
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First Bodyguard An actor, boss. Unarmed.

Second Bodyguard Wouldnt have the dough for a rod.
Drunk, though, cuz they let him perform at the bar when
theyre drunk themselves. But they say hes good, one of
them-there Classical types.
Ui Alright, listen: Ive been given to understand that my
pronunciation leaves something to be desired. And since, on
certain occasions, I may have to say a word or two, especially if I
go into politics, I want lessons. My . . . presentation, too.
Actor Alright.
Ui Bring the mirror!
(A bodyguard brings a large free-standing mirror downstage.)
First, my walk. How do you people walk in the theatre, the
opera?
Actor I get ya. You want the grand style. Julius Caesar,
Hamlet, Romeo Shakespeare. Mr Ui, youve come to the
right man. You want classical? ol Mahoney here can teach
you classical in ten minutes. Gentlemen, I stand before you
a tragic figure. Shakespeares ruined me. English poet. Id be
playing Broadway this minute if it werent for Shakespeare.
A tragedy of character. You cant play Ibsen with that
Shakespearean style, Mahoney! Look at the calendar, man!
Its 1912! Art knows no calendar, Sir, I reply, Im an artist.
Alas.
Givola I think you got the wrong guy, boss. Hes pass.
Ui Well see about that. Walk around, like they do in this
Shakespeare guy.
(The actor walks around.)
Good.
Givola You cant walk around like that in front of cauliflower
dealers. Its unnatural.
Ui What are you talking about? Nobodys natural these days.
When I walk, I want people to know that Im walking.
He copies the actors walk.
Actor Head back. (Ui throws his head back.) The foot touches
the ground with the toe first. (Ui touches his toe to the ground first.)
Good. Terrific. Youve got a natural gift. Only . . . somethings
wrong with your arms. Too stiff. Wait a sec. Try bringing them
together in front of your privates. (Ui crosses his hands across his
privates while walking.) Not bad. Relaxed, yet resolved. But the
head stays back. Right. I think that should work well for your
purposes, Mr Ui. Anything else?
Ui Standing. In public.
Givola Park two big boys behind you and youll stand proud
enough.
Ui No, wrong. When I stand, I want people to look at me, not
at the two guys behind me. Here, fix me. (He takes up a pose, with
his arms crossed comfortably on his chest.)
Actor Thats possible. . . . But ordinary. You dont want to
look like a hairdresser, Mr Ui. Cross your arms this way. (He
folds his arms so that the back of his hands remain visible, resting on his
upper arms.) A very subtle change, but the effect is profound.
Compare them in the mirror, Mr Ui. (Ui tries the new arm-position
in the mirror.)
Ui Good.
Givola Why you doing this, boss? Just for the swells at the Trust?
Ui On the contrary. This is for the little guy.
Why do you think that Trust man, Clark,
Always looks so impressive?
Not for his own kind, thats for sure.
His bank account takes care of them
Just like I rely on my brave boys to make sure I get respect.
Clark puffs himself up to impress the little man. And so will I.
Givola Only, a person could say it looks a bit . . . affected.
People get rubbed the wrong way by that.
Ui Of course they do. But it doesnt matter what professors
Or smart-alecks think; all that counts is how the little
Man sees his master. Basta.
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Givola But why you want to flaunt this master thing, boss?
Wouldnt a nice white shirt and tie be better?
Ui Ive got old Dogsborough for that.
Givola Though hes looking a bit the worse for wear these days.
Like some precious old artefact, hes still an asset,
But no-ones too quick to want to show him off
Maybe he dont look so presentable anymore,
Like an old family Bible nobodyd opened for ages
Till one day some friends were flipping through it
And found a dried-up cockroach between the pages.
But I guess hes good enough for the Cauliflower folks.
Ui I decide whos respectable.
Givola Gottcha, boss. Nothing against Dogsborough! We can
still use him.
Even City Hall dont dare to drop him altogether.
Ui Sitting.
Actor Sitting. Sitting is the hardest, Mr Ui. Yes, some people
can walk, and some people can stand; but show me the man
who knows how to sit. Take a chair with a backrest, Mr Ui. But
dont lean back on it. Hands on your thighs, parallel to your
stomach, elbows out and away from the body. How long could
you sit like that, Mr Ui?
Ui Long as I want.
Actor Then thats great, Mr Ui.
Givola Maybe itd be a good idea, boss, when Dogsborough
croaks,
If you replaced him with our pal Giri.
Hes got a way with people, folksy-like.
Knows how to ham it up and laugh the plaster right off the
ceiling, if he has to.
But also when he maybe shouldnt like when, for example,
you go into your
Poor-son-of-the-Bronx routine, and go on about your seven
brave and loyal youths. . . .
Ui Really. He laughs?
Givola Plaster right off the ceiling. Oh but dont tell him I
said nothing;
He might think Ive gone sour on him. Just maybe get him to
stop collecting hats.
Ui Hats? What do you mean?
Givola Hats of the people hes iced. Shows em off in public.
Its disgusting.
Ui I dont muzzle the animal that does my heavy lifting.
I overlook the foibles of my employees.
(Addressing the actor.) Now, speaking. Recite me something.
Actor Shakespeare. And nothing else. Caesar. Ancient hero.
(He pulls a little booklet from his pocket.) How about Mark Antonys
speech? Over Caesars corpse. Against Brutus. Leader of the
assassins. A good example of a popular speech, very famous. I
played Antony in Zenith, 1908. Just what you need, Mr Ui. (He
strikes a pose and recites Antonys speech line by line:) Friends, Romans,
Countrymen, lend me your ears!
(Ui, reading from the booklet, repeats each line, occasionally corrected by the
actor, yet still keeping his clipped and rough diction.)
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious.
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answerd it.
Ui (continuing by himself) Here, under leave of Brutus and the

rest
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men
Come I to speak in Caesars funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me;
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
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He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill;
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And sure he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause;
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
During the last lines the curtain slowly falls.
A sign appears.
Seven
Office of the Cauliflower Trust. Arturo Ui, Ernesto Roma,

Giuseppe Givola, Emanuele Giri and Bodyguards. A
group of small-vegetable dealers, listening to Ui. On the platform beside Ui
sits Old Dogsborough, sick. Clark in the background.
Ui (yelling) Murder! Extortion! Tyranny and theft!

Gunfire rattling in our city streets! People minding their own
business,
Law-abiding citizens going into City Hall
To make a statement slaughtered in broad daylight! And
what
Does City Council do, I ask? Nothing!
Of course not these honourable men
Would rather spend their time cooking up shady deals
And slandering innocent people than taking action!
Givola Listen!
Ui In short, chaos rules.
Because if anyone can do whatever he wants, guided only by
his ego,
Then its every man for himself and that spells chaos.
You see, if Im just peacefully minding my grocery store,
Or, say, driving my delivery truck,
And some guy barges in, shouting Hands in the air!
Or pumps my tires full of lead the reign of peace and
quiets over.
I have to face the facts: this is what men are they aint no
little lambs.
If I dont want my neighbour to wreck my store, or make me
stick my hands up
Whenever he wants me to, when I could be using them to
count my cucumbers,
Then its up to me to do something. For such is man:
Man will never lay down his gun of his own free will
neither for goodness sake,
Nor to get his praises sung by the choirboys at City Hall.
Because if I dont shoot, the other guy will. Its only logical.
So what can we do, you ask.
Ill tell you. But first get this straight: What youve been doing
so far isnt working
Sitting passively behind your cash registers, hoping
everythingll turn out fine,
Divided and arguing among yourselves, lacking strong
protection,
Powerless against every gangster who comes along
This obviously cannot work. Therefore: the first thing you
need is unity.
Second? Sacrifice. What, I hear you say, Us? Make sacrifices?
Pay for protection, throw away 30 per cent, just for
protection? No way, no dice.
Our moneys too precious for that! Sure, if protection were
free, wed be all for it!
Well, my dear vegetable dealers, its not so simple. Only
death is free.
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Everything else costs money. Including protection. Including

peace and quiet and security.
Such is life. And because it is and always will be, me and the
boys here (plus the ones outside) have decided to offer you
protection.
(Givola and Roma applaud.)
But just to assure you that everythings being done on
a proper business footing, Mr Clark, from Clarks
Wholesale, whom you all know, is here to talk to you.
Roma pulls Clark forward. A few vegetable dealers applaud.
Givola Mr Clark, on behalf of this assembly, I welcome you.
Its a great honour to see that Mr Uis ideals have found
favour
With a member of the Cauliflower Trust. Many thanks,
Mr Clark.
Clark Gentlemen, ladies. We of the Cauliflower Trust have
observed with alarm
How difficult its become to sell your vegetables. Theyre too
expensive, you say.
But why are they so expensive? Because our packers, loaders
and teamsters,
Agitated by certain outside elements, are demanding more
and more and more.
And thats where Mr Ui and his friends come in: they want
to put an end to it.
First Dealer But if the little man gets paid even less than he
is now,
How will he ever afford our vegetables?
Ui Excellent question. My answer is this: whether you like it
or not,
The worker has a crucial part to play in our world today.
Particularly as a consumer.
As Ive always said, honest work is no disgrace; its
constructive and profitable
And therefore necessary. The individual working man has my
full sympathy.
But when he gangs together and presumes to dabble in

things he doesnt understand, like
Profits and so on, then I say: Whoa, Brother, hold on: thats
not what we meant.
Youre a worker, which means you work. When you go on
strike and stop working,
Then youre not a worker anymore, but a subversive
personage, and then I step in.
(Clark applauds.)
But to show you that everything is being done on the
up-and-up in good faith,
Id now like to present a man who, for his incorruptible
morals and sterling honesty,
Is a role model to us all namely, Mr Dogsborough.
(The vegetable dealers applaud louder.)
Mr Dogsborough, at this moment, I feel overwhelmed by
gratitude.
Fate must have brought us together. That a man like you
should choose me
Me, a poor son of the Bronx, so much your junior to be
your friend
And if I may, your son. . . . This I will never forget.
He grabs Dogsboroughs limply hanging hand and shakes it.
Givola (aside) Touching scene. Father and son.
Giri (stepping forward) People, the boss has spoken from the
heart.
I can see you got a couple questions. Go ahead.
Dont worry we wont eat you (as long as you dont mess
with us!)
Look, heres the dope: Im no fan of big talkers, professional
critics
Who find fault with everything and have nothing nice to say.
But for healthy, positive suggestions about what should be
done and how to go about it,
Were all ears. So yack away.
Silence from the vegetable dealers.
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Givola (slimily) Feel free. I think you all know me

From my flower shop.
A Bodyguard Hurray for Givola!
Givola So whats it gonna be? Protection? Or murder,
tyranny, theft and extortion?
First Dealer Actually, its been pretty quiet. There hasnt
been any trouble in my store.
Second Dealer Not in mine either.
Third Dealer Nor in mine.
Givola Weird.
Second Dealer We heard theres been some trouble in the
bars,
Where, as Mr Ui said, glasses were smashed and bottles of
rye poured down the drain
When the owners refused to pay for protection. But thank god
Everythings been quiet in the grocery business.
Roma Sheets murder? The death of Bowl? You call that quiet?
Second Dealer But what does that have to do with
vegetables, Mr Roma?
Roma Hold on a second.
Roma goes to Ui, who after his big speech has been sitting there
exhausted and listless. After a few words he gestures to Giri to join them;
Givola also takes part in this hurried, whispered conversation. Then
Giri waves to one of the bodyguards and goes quickly out with him.
Givola Friends, Ive just learned that a certain poor creature
would like
To publicly express a few words of thanks to Mr Ui.
(He goes upstage and leads in Dockdaisy, a heavily made-up and
flashily dressed woman who is holding a little girl by the hand. The three
stop in front of Ui, whos now standing.)
Speak, Mrs Bowl.
(To the vegetable dealers.) As I understand it, this is Mrs Bowl,
Young widow of Bowl, chief accountant of the Trust,

Who, while making his way dutifully to City Hall yesterday,
Was murdered by an unknown hand. Mrs Bowl.
Dockdaisy Mr Ui, in my profound sorrow over the death
of my poor husband who was foully murdered while on his
way to City Hall to do his civic duty, I would like to express my
heartfelt thanks. For the flowers that you sent to me and my
little girl who is 6 years of age and is now deprived of her father.
(To the assembly.) Misters, Im just a poor widow and I only want
to say that without Mr Ui I would be out on the street today
which I will swear to at any time. My little 5-year-old girl and I
will never forget you, Mr Ui.
Ui gives Dockdaisy his hand and chucks the child under the chin.
Givola Bravo!
Giri, wearing Bowls hat, moves through the crowd, followed by several
gangsters carrying large cans of gasoline. They make their way to the exit.
Ui Mrs Bowl, my sympathy for your loss. This foul and
shameless wave of crime must stop,
Because
Givola (as the dealers make to leave) Hey! This meetings not
over yet.
Now our friend James Greenwool will sing a song in memory
of poor Bowl,
Followed by a collection for the poor widow. Hes a baritone.
One of the bodyguards steps forward and sings a schmaltzy song in which
the word home features prominently. The gangsters are deeply absorbed by
the music throughout the performance, eyes closed, heads in hands, leaning
back, and so on. Thin applause at the end is interrupted by the wailing of
police and fire sirens. A red glow is seen through a large window at the back.
Roma Fire on the waterfront!
A Voice Where?
A Bodyguard (entering) Is there a vegetable dealer here by
the name of Hook?
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Second Dealer Here! What is it?

The Bodyguard Your warehouse is on fire.
Hook rushes out. Some follow him, others go to the window.
Roma Stop dont move. Nobody leave the room. (To the
Bodyguard.) Arson?
The Bodyguard Yeah, gotta be. They found cans of
gasoline, boss.
Third Dealer Those guys were just carrying cans through
here
Roma (incensed) What? Is anyone suggesting it was us?
A Bodyguard (jabs his machine-gun into the mans ribs) What was
carried through here? Cans?
Other Bodyguards (to other dealers) You seen any cans? You?
The Businessmen Didnt see a thing. No, neither did I
(etc.).
Roma Just as I thought.
Givola (quickly) The very man who was just telling us how
quiet things are in the
Cauliflower trade his warehouse is on fire! Reduced to
ashes by a ruthless hand!
Cant you see it yet? Are you blind? Unify yourselves! On the
double!
Ui (yelling) First murder and now arson! This town is in
serious trouble.
The time has come for everyone
To see the truth, or to succumb.
A sign appears.
Eight
The warehouse fire trial. Press. Judge. Prosecutor. Defence

Counsel. Young Dogsborough. Giri. Givola. Dockdaisy.
Bodyguards. Vegetable Dealers and Fish, the accused.
a. Emanuele Giri stands in front of the witness box, pointing at

Fish, the accused, who sits there in complete apathy.
Giri (shouting) This is the man who lit the fire! Hes the
criminal!
When I caught him he was hugging a gasoline can to his chest!
Stand up when Im talking to you, slob! Stand up!
Fish is yanked up. He stands swaying.
Judge Defendant, pull yourself together. Youre in a court of
law. Youre
Accused of arson. Think carefully about what this means for
you.
Fish (in a thick voice) Arlarlarl.
Judge Where did you get the gasoline can?
Fish Arlarl.
At a sign from the Judge an exceedingly well-dressed, sinister Doctor
bends over Fish and exchanges glances with Giri.
Doctor Hes faking.
Defence Counsel The defence moves that a second doctor
be consulted.
Judge (smiling) Denied.
Defence Counsel Mr Giri, how did you happen to be on
the site when the fire broke out in Mr Hooks warehouse a fire
that reduced twenty-two houses to ashes?
Giri I was taking a constitutional, for my digestion.
A few bodyguards laugh. Giri joins in.
Defence Counsel Are you aware, Mr Giri, that the defendant,
Mr Fish, is an unemployed worker who had just arrived in
Chicago, for the first time in his life, the day before the fire?
Giri What? When?
Defence Counsel Is the licence plate on your car
XXXXXX?
Giri Yeah.
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Defence Counsel Was this car parked in front of

Dogsboroughs restaurant on 87th Street for 4 hours prior to
the fire, and was the defendant Mr Fish dragged out of this
restaurant in an unconscious condition?
Giri How should I know? I spent the whole day on a little
outing to Cicero where I met fifty-two individuals who can
confirm that they saw me there.
The bodyguards laugh.
Defence Counsel Didnt you just say that you were in
Chicago, in the dockyards, taking a constitutional for your
digestion?
Giri You have any objection to my dining in Cicero and
digesting in Chicago, Your Honour?
Loud, prolonged laughter in which the Judge joins. Darkness. An organ
plays Chopins Funeral March as dance-music.
b. When the lights come up, the vegetable dealer Hook is in the witness box.
Defence Counsel Mr Hook, have you ever argued with the
defendant? Have you ever seen him before?
Hook Never.
Defence Counsel Have you ever seen Mr Giri?
Hook Yes, at the office of the Cauliflower Trust, on the day
of the fire.
Defence Counsel Before the fire?
Hook Immediately before the fire. He walked through the
office with four people, all carrying gasoline cans.
Commotion in the press gallery and among the bodyguards.
Judge Quiet in the press gallery!
Defence Counsel To which premises is your warehouse
adjoined, Mr Hook?
Hook To the premises of Sheets old dockyard. Theres a
passage that connects my warehouse directly to the yard.
Defence Counsel Mr Hook, are you aware that Mr Giri

resides in Sheets old dockyard, and therefore has access to the
premises?
Hook Yes, as superintendent.
Huge commotion in the press gallery. The bodyguards boo and make
menacing gestures towards Hook, the Defence Counsel and the
press. Young Dogsborough rushes to the Judge and whispers
something in his ear.
Judge Silence! The defendant is unwell. This court is adjourned.
Darkness. The organ again plays Chopins Funeral March as
dance-music.
c. When the lights come back up, Hook is sitting in the witness box. Hes
a complete wreck, a cane beside him and bandages over his head and eyes.
Prosecutor You dont see so well, do you Mr Hook?
Hook (with difficulty) No.
Prosecutor Would you say that youre able to recognise
anyone clearly and with certainty?
Hook No.
Prosecutor Do you for example recognise that man over
there? (He points at Giri.)
Hook No.
Prosecutor You cant say that youve ever seen him before?
Hook No.
Prosecutor Now Mr Hook, this is a very important question.
Think carefully before you answer. The question is this: does
your warehouse adjoin the premises of Sheets old dockyard?
Hook (after a pause) No.
Prosecutor No further questions.
Darkness. More organ music.
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d. When the lights come back up, Dockdaisy is sitting in the witness
box.
Dockdaisy (by rote, mechanically) I recognise the defendant
perfectly because of his guilty expression and because he
is 1.7 metres tall. I was informed by my sister-in-law that
he was seen in front of City Hall the day my husband was
shot while attempting to enter City Hall. He had a Webster
sub-machine-gun under his arm and created a suspicious
impression.
Darkness. More organ music.
e. When the lights come up, Giuseppe Givola is in the witness box.
The bodyguard Greenwool stands nearby.
Prosecutor It has been alleged that certain individuals
were seen carrying cans of gasoline through the offices of the
Cauliflower Trust, just before the arson. What do you know
about this?
Givola The only one who could have been doing that is
Mr Greenwool.
Prosecutor Mr Greenwool is an employee of yours,
Mr Givola?
Givola Thats right.
Prosecutor Whats your occupation, Mr Givola?
Givola Florist.
Prosecutor Is this a business that requires large quantities of
gasoline?
Givola (seriously) Nah, just for the aphids.
Prosecutor What was Mr Greenwool doing at the office of
the Cauliflower Trust?
Givola He was singing a song.
Prosecutor Then he couldnt very well be carrying cans of
gasoline to Hooks warehouse at the same time, could he.
Givola Absolutely impossible. Hes a baritone. Its not in his

character to commit arson.
Prosecutor If it please the court, Id like the witness
Greenwool to perform the lovely song that he sang at the office of
the Cauliflower Trust while the warehouse was being set on fire.
Judge The court doesnt think thats necessary.
Givola I object. (He rises.) This is blatant harassment.
Clean-cut kids, whove maybe fired a shot or two
In broad daylight, are being treated here like scum!
Its outrageous.
Laughter. Darkness. The organ plays.
f. When the lights come up, the courtroom shows every sign of total
exhaustion.
Judge The Press has been insinuating that this court has been
subject to inappropriate pressure from certain quarters. The
court wishes to state that it has been subject to no pressure of
any kind and is conducting this trial in perfect freedom. I think
this statement will suffice.
Prosecutor Your Honour. In view of the fact that the
accused persists in simulating dementia, the prosecution
regards any further questioning as impossible. We therefore
move that
Defence Counsel Your Honour! The accused is coming to!
Commotion.
Fish (seeming to wake up) Arlarlwarlassrlarlawassrl.
Defence Counsel Water! Your Honour, I move that
defendant Fish be questioned!
Great commotion.
Prosecutor Objection! Fish is obviously not in his right mind.
Its all just tactics on the part of the defence, cheap sensationalism
and an egregious attempt to manipulate public opinion!
Fish Water. (He rises, supported by the Defence Counsel.)
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Defence Counsel Fish, can you speak?

Fish Yarl.
Defence Counsel Mr Fish, tell the court: Did you, on the
28th of last month, set fire to a vegetable warehouse on the
waterfront, yes or no?
Fish No-wo.
Defence Counsel When did you first come to Chicago, Mr
Fish?
Fish Water.
Defence Counsel Water!
Commotion. Young Dogsborough has approached the bench and
speaks emphatically to the judge.
Giri (Stands up boldly and hollers) Fabrication! Lies! Lies!
Defence Counsel (pointing at Giri) Have you ever seen this
man before?
Fish Yes. Water.
Defence Counsel Where? Was it in Dogsboroughs
restaurant on the waterfront?
Fish (softly) Yes.
Pandemonium. The bodyguards pull out their machine-guns and boo. The
Doctor rushes in with a glass. He pours the contents down Fishs throat
before the Defence Counsel can intervene.
Defence Counsel I object! I demand that the contents of
this glass be examined.
Judge (exchanging glances with the Prosecutor) Motion denied.
Defence Counsel Your Honour.
The mouth of truth cannot be stopped!
Theyre trying to shut it here with paper,
With a sentence that you, your Honour, will hand down, to
your disgrace
Even to Justice herself theyre screaming Stick your hands in
the air!
Must our town, grown old in a week as it struggles

To defend itself against this bloody brood, this handful of
monsters,
Also witness the destruction of its legal system not just
destroyed
But also defiled by this surrender to brute force?
Your Honour, suspend this trial!
Prosecutor Objection! Objection!
Giri You dog! You filthy crooked dog! You liar! Theyre the
poisoners! Cmon outside and Ill rip your throat out, you
crook!
Defence Counsel This man is notorious throughout the
city!
Giri (in a rage) Shut up! (And to the Judge, who tries to interrupt
him:) You too! Shut up! If you wanna live! (As he sputters out of
breath the Judge manages to interject.)
Judge Order in the Court! Council for the defence, youre in
contempt. Mr Giris outrage is understandable. (To the Defence
Counsel.) Pray continue.
Defence Counsel Fish! Did they give you anything to drink
at Dogsboroughs restaurant? Fish! Fish!
Fish (his head falling over listlessly) Arlarlarl.
Defence Counsel Fish. Fish. Fish!
Giri (hollering) Call him all you want this fish has drowned;
Well see whos boss in Chicago town!
Chaos in the courtroom as lights go to black. The organ continues to play
Chopins Funeral March as dance-music.
g. As the lights come up for the last time, the Judge rises and delivers the
sentence in a monotone. The defendant is white as a sheet.
Judge Charles Fish, I find you guilty of arson and sentence
you to fifteen years.
A sign appears.
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Nine
a. Cicero. A blood-splattered woman crawls from a bullet-riddled truck and

staggers downstage.
Woman Help. You there please dont leave. I need
witnesses.
My husbands dead in that truck. Help. Please help. My
arm its totalled,
And sos the truck. I need bandages. . . . Theyre slaughtering
us like flies!
Oh god please help! Nobodys left . . .
My husband. . . . Murderers! But I know who did it. Its Ui!
(raving) Beast. Scum of the earth youre such a filthy piece
of shit,
You make real shit look clean by comparison. You louse, you
louse of all lice!
And everyone puts up with it! And we all go down. Hey
you its Ui. Ui.
(Somewhere nearby, a burst of machine-gun fire; she collapses.)
Ui and his thugs! Will no-one protest?
Will no-one stop this pestilence?
b. Dogsboroughs country house. Late night, almost morning.

Dogsborough is writing his last will and confession.
Dogsborough Thus I, honest Dogsborough,
After eighty years as an honourable man,
Did willingly consent to all crimes
Perpetrated by this bloody gang.
Oh world! I hear friends say I didnt know a thing,
That if Id known, Id never have allowed it.
But I did know, everything. I know who set the warehouse fire.
I know who abducted and drugged poor Fish.
I know that Roma was with Sheet when he died, bleeding,
A steamship ticket in his pocket. I know it was Giri
Who shot Bowl in front of City Hall that day, because he
knew too much
About good ol Dogsborough.
I know he killed Hook too; I saw him with the dead mans hat.
I know about Givolas five murders, itemised below. About

Ui, too,
I know everything, that he knew everything, too
About the deaths of Sheet and Bowl, about Givolas murders,
And every detail of the fire. All this I knew,
All this I allowed I, your honest Dogsborough, out of
simple lust
For riches and fear that I would lose your trust.
Ten
Mammoth Hotel. Uis suite. Ui sits slumped in a deep armchair, staring

into space. Givola is writing and two bodyguards are looking over his
shoulder, grinning.
Givola Thus I, honest Dogsborough, do hereby bequeath
my tavern
To good, hard-working Givola. To the brave if a little
overexcitable Giri,
I leave my country house; and to honest Roma, my son.
Furthermore, it is my will that Giri be appointed Chief
Justice,
Roma, Chief of Police, and Givola, Minister of Public
Welfare.
As for my own position, I heartily recommend Arturo Ui.
Hes more than worthy of it, believe your honest old
Dogsborough.
That should do it. Hope he kicks the bucket soon.
Thisll work wonders. Since everyone knows hes dying,
And hell probably get a dignified burial,
We might as well start cleaning up the corpse, right?
All we need now is a charming epitaph for his gravestone:
Somebody once saw a white raven somewhere,
And the black ones ever since have cashed in on its fame.
The old mans their white raven whitest they could find,
anyway.
But boss, Giris hanging around him too much for my taste. I
dont like it.
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Ui (rousing up) Giri? What about Giri?

Givola Im just saying hes spending too much time with
Dogsborough.
Ui I dont trust him.
Giri enters in a new hat, Hooks.
Givola Neither do I. (To Giri.) Hey pal, hows
Dogsboroughs heart condition?
Giri Refuses to see the doctor.
Givola The one who took such good care of Fish?
Giri I wouldnt let any others in. The old guy talks too much.
Ui Maybe people are talking too much in front of him . . .
Giri Whats that supposed to mean? (To Givola.) You skunk!
You been stinking up the air around here?
Givola (alarmed) Hey, just read the will!
Giri (grabbing it from him and reading) What? Roma, police
chief ? Are you nuts?
Givola He insists. Im against it too. Roma cant be trusted
two steps.
(Roma enters, followed by Bodyguards.)
Hey, Roma. Get a load of this will.
Roma (grabbing it from Giri) Gimme that! So, Giri gets to be
a judge, eh?
Wait a sec wheres the old guys chicken-scratch?
Giri Hes still got it, keeps trying to smuggle it out. Five times
I caught his son with it.
Roma (extending his hand) Cmon Giri, hand it over.
Giri What? I dont have it.
Roma Sure you do, you bastard. (They stare furiously at each other.)
I know what youre up to. The thing with Sheet . . . is a
problem for me.
Giri The thing with Bowl . . . is a problem for me!
Roma Sure. Except youre both bums and Im a man.

Im wise to you, Giri, and you too, Givola
I dont even think you got a real gimp leg.
And why do I always run into you two here? Whatre you up
to?
Whatre they saying about me behind my back, Arturo?
Dont push your luck, fellas. First sign of monkey-business
And I rub you out like dirt!
Giri Hey, dont talk to me like I was some common hit-man.
Roma (to the bodyguards) He means you, boys!
Thats the way these two talk about you like you was
assassins.
They hobnob with the swells from the Trust
(Indicating Giri) in fine silk shirts made to measure by Clarks
tailor
While you do all the dirty work, (to Ui) and you allow it.
Ui (as if waking up) What do I allow?
Givola You let him shoot up Caruthers truck.
Caruther was a member of the Trust!
Ui Did you shoot up Caruthers truck?
Roma Aw, that was just an impulsive action by a couple of
the guys.
These boys dont understand why its always the little
independent grocer
Whos got to suffer
Why not the big cheeses with the fleets of trucks!
Damn it, Arturo, I dont always understand it myself.
Givola The Trust is hopping mad.
Giri Yesterday, Clark said theyre waiting for it to happen
just one more time.
Hes told Dogsborough about it.
Ui (morosely) Ernesto, it must not happen again.
Giri Crack down on em, boss. His boys are getting out of
hand.
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Givola The Trust is hoppin mad, boss!

Roma (pulling out his gun, to them both) Alright, hands up.
(To the bodyguards.) You too!
Everybodys hands up and no foolin around. Up against the
wall.
Givola, his men, and Giri put their hands up and with an air of
resignation back up against the wall.
Ui (indifferently) Whats with you, Ernesto, youre making em
nervous.
Whats the problem here? Couple of shots on some vegetable
truck?
That can be sorted out. Everything else is running like
clockwork,
Nice and smooth. The fire was a great success.
The merchants are paying for protection 30 per cent!
In less than a week, weve brought half the town to its knees.
Nobody raises a finger against us. And I got even bigger and
better plans.
Givola (quickly) Like what, Id like to know.
Giri Screw your plans. Get him to let us put our hands down.
Roma Might be safer if they kept em up, boss.
Givola What if Clark came in now and saw this? Ernesto, put
the gun down.
Roma Not a chance. Wake up, Arturo. Cant you see what
game theyre playing?
How theyre selling you up the river to the Clarks and the
Dogsboroughs?
If Clark came in and saw this! Wheres the money from the
dockyard deal?
We never saw a cent. Meanwhile, our boys are busy busting
up the stores
And dragging cans of gasoline to warehouses. We done it all
for Arturo, they sigh, But he dont know us any more.
Hes too busy playing big man on the waterfront.
Arturo, wake up!
Giri Yeah, cough up: where do you stand?

Ui (leaping up) Oh, so now you put a gun to my head?
With me this will get you nowhere, fast. You threaten me,
You take responsibility for what happens. Me, Im a peaceful
man.
But threats I dont stand for. You dont trust me blindly no
more? Then go. Nobodys stopping you. You stay, you do
your duty to the utmost.
I say who gets what and when: duty first, rewards later.
All I ask of you is trust, trust and nothing but. You got no
faith.
And when you dont got faith, you dont got nothing.
How do you think Ive been so successful? Because I had
faith!
Because of my faith, my fanatical faith in the cause.
With faith and nothing but I came to this town and brought
it to its knees.
With faith I went to Dogsborough, with faith I entered City
Hall
With nothing in my naked hands but pure stubborn faith!
Roma And a sub-machine-gun.
Ui No. Lots of others got those too, but what they lack is
strong belief
That they were destined to be the leader. And so must you
believe in me.
You must believe believe that I want the best for you and
that I know how to get it.
That I will lead you to victory. Once Dogsboroughs gone,
Ill decide who gets to be what.
Right now, I can only say one thing: you wont be
disappointed.
Givola (putting his hand on his heart) Arturo.
Roma (sullenly) Alright, beat it.
Giri, Givola, and his Bodyguards leave slowly with their hands
still up in the air.
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Giri (exiting, to Roma) Nice hat.

Givola (as above, exiting) Our pal Roma.
Roma Scram! Dont forget to laugh Giri, you clown,
And Givola: remember to hobble on your gimp leg,
Which you probably stole, you thief.
After theyve left, Ui relapses into brooding.
Ui Now leave me alone.
Roma (still standing) Arturo. If I didnt have the kind of faith
in you
That you were just describing, I wouldnt be able
To look my boys in the face. But we gotta act. And fast.
Giris planning something ugly.
Ui Ive got bigger and better plans. Forget about Giri.
Ernesto, my oldest friend and most loyal lieutenant,
You wanna hear this new plan of mine, thats already in the
works?
Roma (beaming) You bet. The thing with Giri can wait. (He
sits down beside Ui. His men wait in the corner.)
Ui Were through with Chicago. I want more.
Roma More?
Ui This aint the only town with grocery stores.
Roma No. But how do we get our foot in?
Ui Through the front door. And the back door. And the
windows.
Resisted and requested, called and sent away. With threats
and pleas, appeals and abuse.
With soft brute force and steel embrace. In short, just like here.
Roma Only, other places are different, no?
Ui Im thinking of a kind of dress rehearsal
In some small town. Thatll show us whether
Other places are really any different which I doubt they are.
Roma And where you gonna stage this dress rehearsal?

Ui Cicero.
Roma Cicero? But they got Dullfeet there, the guy with that
newspaper, The Liberal Grocer, which accuses me every
Saturday of having murdered Sheet.
Ui Thats gotta stop.
Roma Could be arranged. Reporters like Dullfeet got enemies.
Whatever they put in black and white makes somebody see red.
Like me, for example. Yes, Arturo, I believe his
smear-campaign
Could be stopped.
Ui It better be, and soon. The Trust is negotiating with
Cicero as we speak.
For now, were just going to sell cauliflower, nice and
peaceful.
Roma Whos doing the negotiating?
Ui Clark. But hes having problems. Because of us.
Roma Hmm. So Clarks involved. I dont trust that guy two
steps.
Ui The word in Cicero is that we trail the Trust like a shadow.
They want cauliflower, but they dont want us.
We give retailers the creeps, and not only them:
Dullfeets wife, whos owned an importexport business in
Cicero for years,
Wanted to join and would have joined the Trust ages ago, if
it werent for us.
Roma Are you saying that its really the Trust that wants to
expand into Cicero?
Boss, I understand everything. Everything. I see what kind of
game theyre playing . . .
Ui Who?
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Roma The Trust. At Dogsboroughs place. Dogsboroughs

last will!
The Trust ordered it. They want Cicero. Youre in the way.
So how do they get rid of you? Long as they needed you
To do their dirty work, you had them by the balls;
But what do they do with you now? The answer:
Dogsborough confesses.
The old man does the sackcloth-and-ashes routine, climbs
into his coffin.
Cauliflower boys gather round, pry the document from his
clutches.
Sobbing, they read it to the press how he repents,
And begs the town to stop this plague a plague he admits
he ushered in
And return to the good old path of the honest greengrocer.
Thats the plan, Arturo, and theyre all in on it:
Giri, whos making Dogsborough scribble wills and whos a
friend of Clark,
Whos having trouble in Cicero and doesnt want any
shadow trailing him
While he pockets all the dough. Givola, too, smells death a
mile away.
Dogsborough, good old Dogsborough, with his
Double-crossing will that heaps garbage on you
Hes gotta go first, or your whole Cicero plan is a bust.
Ui You think its a conspiracy? True, they wont let me near
Cicero. It did cross my mind.
Roma Arturo, Im begging you, let me handle it.
Listen: me and the boysll head straight over to
Dogsboroughs place,
Haul the old geezer out, say were taking him to the hospital,
And deliver him to the morgue instead. Done.
Ui But Giris there.
Roma And he can stay there. (They look at each other
meaningfully.) Bada bing bada boom.
Ui And Givola?
Roma Ill pay him a visit on the way back. At the flower shop.
Put in an order for some nice big wreaths for Dogsborough.
For Giri the clown too. Ill pay (indicating his gun) in cash.
Ui Ernesto, this no-good plot of the Dogsboroughs, Clarks
and Dullfeets,
To squeeze me out of Cicero by branding me a criminal it
must be
Crushed. Im trusting you.
Roma You wont regret it. Only, I need you to be there,
At the start, to fire the boys up, so theyll see things in the
right light.
Im no talker . . .
Ui (shakes his hand) Done.
Roma I knew it, Arturo. This is how it was meant to be.
Us together. Just you and me. Like old times, eh, Arturo?
(To his men.) See? Whatd I tell you? Arturos with us after all.
Ui Ill be there.
Roma Eleven.
Ui Where?
Roma The garage.
I feel reborn! Cmon boys: lets knock em down and make
em crawl.
He leaves quickly with his men. Ui, pacing back and forth, rehearses the
speech that hell give to Romas men.
Ui Friends. I regret to inform you that word has reached my ear
Of a heinous plot. My closest associates, men I trusted
implicitly,
Have been ganging up behind my back. Greedy and
disloyal
By nature, they have now, out of mad ambition, formed an
alliance
With the kingpins of the Cauliflower Trust No, that wont
work
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An alliance with . . . ? Got it the police, to ice you all.

Even my own lifes at risk, apparently. My patience is
exhausted.
I therefore order you, tonight, under the leadership of
Ernesto Roma,
Who has my complete confidence. . . .
Enter Clark, Giri and Betty Dullfeet.
Giri (seeing that Ui looks frightened) Its only us, boss!
Clark Ui, meet Mrs Dullfeet, from Cicero. The Trust was
hoping youd hear her out
And reach some kind of agreement.
Ui (grimly) With pleasure.
Clark As you know, during our negotiations with
The Cicero greengrocers about the possibility of a merger,
Some objections arose to the idea of having you as a
shareholder.
The Trust has managed to overcome these objections to
some degree,
And Mrs Dullfeet here has come
Mrs Dullfeet to clear up any misunderstanding,
And to explain that my husbands crusade
In the press is not directed against you, Mr Ui.
Ui Who is it directed against?
Clark Well, Ui, Ill give it to you straight: Sheets suicide
Really stuck in peoples throats in Cicero. Whatever else
Sheet may have been,
He was a respected dockyard man not some nobody who
Can disappear without a trace with no eyebrows raised. And
another thing:
Caruthers garage reports that one of their trucks was shot to
bits.
In both cases, Ui, your men were involved.
Mrs Dullfeet Every child in Cicero knows
That Chicagos vegetable trade is bloody.
Ui This is an outrage.
Mrs Dullfeet No, no I dont mean you. Mr Clark has
reassured me
About that. Its that man Roma.
Clark (quickly) Stay cool, Ui.
Giri Cicero
Ui I refuse to listen to this. What do you take me for?
That does it! Look: Ernesto Roma is my man.
And I will not tolerate being lectured about
Who I associate with. Its insulting.
Giri Boss!
Mrs Dullfeet Ignatius Dullfeet will fight against the Romas
of this world
To his dying breath.
Clark (coldly) And rightly so. The Trust is behind your husband
100 per cent. Ui, be reasonable. Friendship and business
Are two different things. Dont you agree?
Ui (equally coldly) You hard of hearing, Mr Clark?
Clark Mrs Dullfeet, my sincere apologies for the outcome of
this interview.
(To Ui as he leaves with Mrs Dullfeet.) Foolish words, Ui.
Left alone, Ui and Giri avoid each others eyes.
Giri The attack on Caruthers truck. And now this. You
know this means war.
Ui Im not afraid of war.
Giri Fine, dont be afraid. Youll only be up against the Trust,
the Press,
Dogsborough and his gang not to mention the whole
damned town!
Boss, listen to reason. You can bet your sweet patootie
Ui spare me your advice. I know my duty.
A sign appears.
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Eleven
Garage. Night. Audible rain. Ernesto Roma and Young Inna.

Gunmen in the background.
Inna Its one oclock.
Roma He must have been held up.
Inna Could he be hesitating?
Roma Its possible. Arturos so attached to his men that
Hed sooner sacrifice himself. Even to rats like Givola and Giri
Hes too loyal for his own good. He puts it off, he agonises, so
It might be two, three oclock before he gets here. But hell
come.
No question. I know him, Inna. (Pause.)
When I see that rat Giri bite the dust
Its gonna feel so nice, like taking a good long leak.
Wont be long now.
Inna These rainy nights are hard on the nerves.
Roma Thats why I like em.
For nights, gimme the darkest;
For cars, gimme the fastest;
For friends, gimme the hardest.
Inna How long have you known him?
Roma About eighteen years.
Inna Thats a long time.
Gunman (coming forward) The boys want a drink.
Roma No. Tonight I need them sober.
A short man is led forward by the bodyguards.
Short Man (breathless) Trouble on the double. Police h.q.
Two armoured cars parked outside the station crawlin
with cops!
Roma Right. Get the shutter down. Probably nothing to do
with us,
But better safe than sorry.
(A steel shutter is slowly lowered over the garage door.)

Is the alley clear?
Inna (nods) Its funny about tobacco, how it makes people
look so cool and collected.
If you want to be cool and collected, all you gotta do
Is make like the other guy, and light a cigarette. . . .
Roma (smiling) Hold out your hand.
Inna (doing so) Its shaking. Thats bad.
Roma I dont think its so bad. Coppers aint my type.
Insensitive.
Nothing gets to them, and they dont get to nobody.
Not seriously, anyway. So tremble all you want.
A compass needle, though its made of steel,
Always trembles before it settles down.
Your hands just looking for its pole, thats all.
Voice (shouting, from off ) Cop-car, coming down Church Street!
Roma (sharply) Is it stopping?
Voice No, moving past.
Gunman (entering) Two cars are coming round the corner.
With their lights off.
Roma Giri and Givola! Theyre gonna whack Arturo!
Arturos gonna walk right into their trap. We gotta intercept
him. Come on!
Gunman Its suicide.
Roma Then I guess its time for suicide.
Jesus. Eighteen years weve been friends.
Inna (in a clear voice) Prepare to raise the armour. Artillery ready?
A Gunman Ready.
Inna Shutter up! (The armoured shutter rises slowly. Ui and
Givola enter briskly, followed by Bodyguards.)
Roma Arturo!
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Inna (under his breath) With Givola!

Roma What gives? We were sweating buckets in here for you,
Arturo!
(Laughs out loud.) But hell youre okay!
Ui (hoarsely) Why wouldnt I be?
Inna We thought something was up. Roma here deserves a
big handshake
He was about to take us over the top for you. Aint that right,
Roma?
Ui goes to Roma with hand outstretched. Roma takes it, laughing. At
this moment, unable to reach for his gun, Roma is shot with lightening
speed by Givola, aiming from the hip.
Ui (of Romas gunmen) Get em into the corner.
Romas men, standing around stunned, get pushed into a corner, Inna
first. Givola bends over Roma, whos lying on the floor.
Givola Hes still breathing.
Ui Finish him off. (To the gunmen against the wall.)
Your disgraceful plot against me has been uncovered,
And your plan to axe Dogsborough.
I caught you in the nick of time. Resistance is futile.
Ill teach you to turn against me, you nest of vipers.
Givola Theyre packing heat, boss, all of em.
(About Roma.) Hes coming to worse luck for him.
Ui Ill be at Dogsboroughs country place. (Leaves quickly.)
Inna (against the wall) You dirty rats! You traitors!
Givola (excitedly) Shoot!
Romas men are mowed down along the wall by machine-gun fire.
Roma (coming to) Givola! Christ! (Turning over with difficulty, his
face white as a sheet.)
Whats happening?
Givola Nothing. Some traitors needed to be executed.
Roma You bastard! Whatve you done with my men?

(Givola doesnt answer.)
And wheres Arturo? You murderer! I knew it! You bastards!
(Looking around for him.)
Where is he?
Givola Gone.
Roma (as hes dragged to the wall) You bastards! You bastards!
Givola (coldly) My legs a dud? Well, your brain is too!
On both your legs: to the wall with you.
A sign appears.
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Givolas flower shop. Enter Ignatius Dullfeet, no taller than a boy,

with his wife Betty Dullfeet.
Dullfeet I dont like this one bit.
Betty Why not? Romas history.
Dullfeet Yeah, murdered.
Betty Whatever! The point is, hes gone. Clark says that Uis
Rebellious adolescence, which even the best men go through,
is over.
Hes shown he wants to leave the rough stuff behind.
To keep attacking him now will only rouse his worst instincts,
and you,
Ignatius, youll be the one hell strike out at first. Just keep
quiet,
And theyll leave you alone.
Dullfeet I doubt my silence will make any difference.
Betty Surely itll help. Theyre not beasts.
Giri comes in wearing Romas hat.
Giri Ah, here already. The boss will be out in a sec
And charmed to see you. Unfortunately,
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I gotta split. And fast, before anyone sees me I just lifted

one of Givolas hats!
He laughs until the plaster falls from the ceiling, and leaves waving.
Dullfeet Their barks bad, their bites worse, but their
laughter is the worst of all.
Betty Dont talk like that, Ignatius. Not here.
Dullfeet (bitterly) Nor anywhere else.
Betty But what can you do? The word on the street in Cicero
Is that when Dogsborough dies, Uis getting his position.
Worse, our greengrocers are leaning towards a merger
With the Chicago Trust.
Dullfeet And two of my printing presses have already been
smashed.
Wife, I feel a terrible foreboding.
Enter Givola and Ui with extended hands.
Betty Mr Ui.
Ui Welcome, Dullfeet!
Dullfeet Frankly, Mr Ui, I hesitated about coming
Ui But why? Brave men like you are welcome anywhere.
Givola As are beautiful women!
Dullfeet Mr Ui. I have on occasion felt obliged to speak out
against you
Ui Simple misunderstandings! If you and I hadnt been such
strangers
It never would have come to that. See, its always been my
belief
That everything that has to be done should be done properly.
Dullfeet Violence
Ui hate it, hate it more than anyone. If men were
reasonable beings,
It wouldnt be necessary.
Dullfeet My intention
Ui is exactly the same as mine. We both want a healthy
economy.
The small shopkeepers having a tough time right now;
He needs to be able sell his vegetables in peace. Which means
Getting protection when hes attacked.
Dullfeet (firmly) But he must retain the freedom to decide
whether or not
He wants protection. That, Mr Ui, is my main concern.
Ui And mine too. Of course he must be free to decide. Why?
Because when he chooses his protector, when he puts his faith
In someone who was his choice from the start, then a trusting
atmosphere prevails.
This, Mr Dullfeet, I have always stressed.
Dullfeet Im happy to hear you say it.
Because, not to sound provocative or anything,
Cicero will not put up with force.
Ui Of course not. Nobody tolerates coercion unless he has to.
Dullfeet Quite frankly, if this merger with the Trust means
That the whole bloody pack of plague-infested rats
Is going to be exported from Chicago into Cicero,
Then I will come out against it.
Pause.
Ui Alright, Mr Dullfeet, lets both be frank. In the past,
maybe
A few things happened that werent up to the highest moral
standards.
Such is the nature of war. But not among friends.
Dullfeet, what I want from you from now on is that you trust
me,
And regard me as your friend, a friend wholl never let you
down,
No matter what. And furthermore, and more specifically,
That you stop printing all those horror stories about me,
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Which only make bad blood. I dont think thats too much to
ask. . . .
Dullfeet Believe me, if nothing happens,
Ill be happy not to write about it.
Ui I should hope so. And if ever there were some tiny little
incident
Because men are men and not exactly angels
Then I hope you wont start saying that the place is
Overrun with gangsters and the sky is raining bullets! I cant
promise you
That our drivers might not use a four-letter word from time
to time.
Theyre only human. And maybe a wholesaler
Might buy a beer for one of our men, to insure prompt
Delivery of his tomatoes; but this doesnt mean
Were suddenly in the grip of organised crime!
Betty Mr Ui, my husbands human too.
Givola Of course he is. So, now that everythings been
Peacefully discussed and settled so nicely among friends,
Id like to take you on a little tour of my establishment. . . .
Ui After you, Mr Dullfeet.
They tour Givolas flower shop. Ui leads Betty, Givola Dullfeet.
The couples alternate in disappearing behind flower arrangements. Givola
and Dullfeet appear.
Givola These oaks, Dullfeet, are Japanese.
Dullfeet Around a pond . . . nice trees.
Givola Swimming carp-fish, petalled bowers. . . .
Dullfeet They say the wicked dont like flowers.
They disappear. Ui and Betty appear.
Betty A strong mans stronger when he dont use force.
Ui He who shoots justly need feel no remorse.
Betty Open discussion shows people respect.
Ui Unless you got assets you gotta protect.

Betty But lies and tricks and guns and fists
Ui my dear lady: were pragmatists.
They disappear. Givola and Dullfeet appear.
Dullfeet A flower cannot counterfeit.
Givola Thats why I love em theyre legit.
Dullfeet Ah! The rose. A quiet life is hers.
Givola (mischievously) What, no reporters to get on her nerves?
Betty They say you keep your body pure.
Ui From smoking, drinking I demur.
Betty Perhaps the church will have you sainted.
Ui With human lust, Im unacquainted.
They disappear. Givola and Dullfeet appear.
Dullfeet To spend your days among such beauties . . . !
Givola Except . . . I got me certain other duties.
Betty May I ask, Mr Ui, of your religion?
Ui I am a Christian. Enough precision?
Betty The Ten Commandments, to be simplistic
Ui in daily life, not realistic.
Betty Please forgive me my persistence,
But whats your stance on state assistance?
Ui Clearly Im a socialist which
I prove by taking money from the rich.
They disappear: Givola and Dullfeet appear.
Dullfeet Life in Bloom I see a full pictorial.
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Givola Life? More like funerals and memorials.

Dullfeet Of course flowers are your daily bread.
Givola My clientele does tend to be dead.
Dullfeet I hope thats not your only trade?
Givola Just the folks who disobeyed.
Dullfeet Through violent deeds you dont earn praise.
Givola But if I get results, always?
Dullfeet Well, then
Givola Youre pale.
Dullfeet it overpowers
Givola Maybe its the scent of flowers.
Betty I think youve put to rest his doubt.
Ui Communication what its all about.
Betty Friendships that prosper in times so dark. . . .
Ui (puts his hand on her shoulder) I like a woman so quick off the
mark. . . .
Givola and Dullfeet appear. Dullfeet, white as a ghost, sees the
hand on his wifes shoulder.
Dullfeet Betty, were going.
Ui (approaching, hand outstretched) Mr Dullfeet, your decision
does you proud,
And Cicero will be all the better for it. That two men like us
have found each other
Can only augur well.
Givola (giving Betty flowers) Beauty for a beauty.
Betty Look how gorgeous, Ignatius! Im so touched.
See you later, Mr Ui! (They go out.)
Givola Now at last we can move with our plan.

Ui (ominously) I really do not like that man.
A sign appears.
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Behind a coffin being carried into Ciceros mausoleum, to the tolling of

church bells, walk Betty Dullfeet in mourning dress, plus Clark,
Ui, Giri and Givola, the latter carrying large wreaths. After placing the
flowers, Ui, Giri and Givola wait outside. The voice of the pastor can
be heard without.
Voice Thus we lay to eternal rest the remains of Ignatius
Dullfeet,
Whose earthly life, so rich in toil and poor in profit, has come
to its final end.
A life of devoted to the good of others, it will profit him
nothing now.
Only at heavens gate might an angel say,
With a hand resting lightly on the back of his threadbare
coat,
On these shoulders were carried the weight of many men.
Now, at city council meetings, when everyones had their say,
Silence will hang in the hopeful air:
All will wait for Dullfeets advice, as they waited so often
before.
But nothing will come; our citys conscience is no more.
This man, taken from us so prematurely,
Always sensed the righteous path, knew the
Law by heart. Physically small but spiritually immense,
Ignatius Dullfeet made of his printing press a pulpit
From which his lone true voice rang loud and clear,
Both here in Cicero, and far beyond. Ignatius Dullfeet, rest
in peace. Amen.
Givola Now theres a man with tact. Not a word about the
cause of death.
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Giri (wearing Dullfeets hat) Tact? Seven kids is more like it.
Clark and Mulberry come out of the chapel.
Clark Dammit what are you two doing here? Standing
guard at the coffin
In case the truth leaks out?
Givola Hey, chum, why so hostile? Dont this location inspire
you to heavenly thoughts?
The boss is in a bad mood today. This is not his kind of place.
Mulberry You butchers! Dullfeet kept his word and his
silence.
Givola Silence aint enough. What we need is not just people
Who keep their mouths shut, but who speak up for us loudly!
Mulberry What could he say except that youre all butchers?
Givola He had to go. This little guy was the pore through
which
The vegetable business occasionally broke out in a cold sweat.
We couldnt stand the stink of him.
Giri Yeah, and what about your cauliflower? You want to sell
it in Cicero or not?
Mulberry Not with butchery!
Giri How else? Oh, I see, thats rich. You holler for meat,
then curse the cook
Because he walks around with a butchers knife. We thought
you fellasd be
Licking your chops, and all you do is insult us! Getattahere.
Mulberry It was a black day, Clark, when you brought these
people in.
Clark Youre telling me.
They leave, gloomily.
Giri Cmon, boss, dont let those sourpusses spoil the funeral
for you.
Givola Quiet. Here comes Betty.
Betty Dullfeet, leaning on another woman, comes outside. Ui

approaches her. Organ music from the chapel.
Ui Mrs Dullfeet, my condolences.
She passes by without a word.
Giri (yelling) Hey you! Hold it! (She stops and turns around. Shes
white as a sheet.)
Ui I said, my condolences, Mrs Dullfeet.
Poor Mr Dullfeet, God rest his soul, is no more.
But your cauliflower? That remains.
Maybe you cant see it now, because your eyes are full of tears,
But you must not allow this tragedy to blind you to the fact
That innocent delivery trucks are being treacherously shot at,
Ambushed by cowardly men. Ruthless hands are dousing
goods with gasoline,
Spoiling vegetables that people need. Me and my men are
standing by,
Offering protection. So whats it gonna be?
Betty (looking up to heaven for patience) My husband not yet
buried,
And I have to listen to this!
Ui I too deplore the incident and assure you that,
Though cut down by a villainous hand,
Your husband was my friend.
Betty Oh sure. The hand he shook in friendship
Was the hand that took his life yours!
Ui This is only gossip, lousy rumours that stir up hatred,
Poisoning my best intentions to live with my neighbours in
peace.
O, this lack of understanding! This suspiciousness, when all I
do is trust!
My overtures misread as spiteful threats!
The hand that I extend in love is spurned in hate.
Betty In murder you extend it!
Ui No! I plead with desperation, yet they spit on me.
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Betty Plead? Yeah, like a serpent to its dinner!

Ui You hear that? This is how Im treated! Dullfeet was the
same
Took my warm and heartfelt offer of friendship
As a trick, my generosity as a sign of weakness.
What did I get in return for my friendly words? Silence. Silence!
When I thought hed respond to my offer with joy. There I
was, hoping
That my constant, my practically humiliating pleas for
friendship
Would be greeted with a little understanding, with some sign
of human warmth.
But I hoped in vain: he treated me with cruel contempt.
Even his grudging promise to keep quiet, which God knows
he made unwillingly,
Was broken at the first opportunity!
I ask you: wheres his fervent promise now?
Thereve been horror stories everywhere!
Im warning you: Ive got the patience of Job, but I can be
pushed only so far.
Betty I dont know what to say.
Ui You would, if you spoke from the heart.
Betty The heart? Is that what youre speaking from?
Ui I speak the way I feel.
Betty Can a person truly feel the things you say? Yes, I guess
so
You kill from the heart. You probably feel your crimes
As deeply as other folks feel good deeds. You believe in
treachery
Like we believe in love! Youre loyal to iniquity
Immune to every noble thought. Inspired by lies, what you
revere is fraud!
Depravity delights you; blood excites you. Violence is the air
you breathe.
Sordid actions move you to tears, and good ones fill your heart
With vengefulness and hate!
Ui Mrs Dullfeet, its a principle with me to hear my opponent

out
Even when he offers me abuse. I realise that in your circles
Im not exactly loved. My humble beginnings as a poor son
of the Bronx
Are always held against me. He doesnt even know which
fork to use
At dinner, they say; How can we trust him in the world of
business?
While were talking trade tariffs or negotiating contracts,
He might just reach mistakenly for his knife! No, itll never
work.
We got no use for this man. My unschooled tone of voice,
my manly way of
Calling a spade a spade these things are held against me.
So I got this prejudice against me. Ive had to rely on my own
resources.
Mrs Dullfeet, youre in the cauliflower business. So am I. Let
this be a bridge between us.
Betty A bridge? Between us theres an abyss of bloody murder
Nothing can bridge that!
Ui Bitter experience has taught me that its better to avoid
Speaking personally as a man, and stick to business.
So I ask you, as a man of influence speaking to the owner
Of an import firm: Hows business these days?
Even in misfortune, life goes on . . .
Betty Yes, it does, and I will use whats left of mine
To tell the world about your pestilence.
I hereby swear, on the body of my dead husband, that
In the future I will hate the sound of my own voice
If I ever waste my breath on any words
But Stop Arturo Ui!
Giri (threatening) Watch the volume, girly!
Ui Fine. Were still among the dead. Softer feelings would be
premature.
Lets stick to business, which doesnt care about death.
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Betty Oh Dullfeet, Dullfeet! Now I really know youre gone.

Ui Thats right Dullfeets gone and dont forget it. The sole
voice raised
In Cicero against terror, violence and crime has fallen silent,
and you cant
Lament this enough! Now you stand alone, defenceless in a
cold cruel world
Where, unfortunately, the weak dont have a chance. The
only hope
That youve got left . . . is my protection.
Betty You say this to the widow of a man you murdered? You
monster!
Not that Im surprised to see you here.
You always show up at the scene of the crime,
To put the blame on others. It wasnt me, you always cry,
I know nothing!
Ive been injured! cries the murderer, Someone avenge me!
Ui My plan remains: Protection for Cicero.
Betty (feebly) You wont succeed.
Ui Oh, I will. One way or another.
Betty May God protect us from such a protector.
Ui So, your answer? (He holds his hand out to her.)
Are we friends forever?
Betty Never! Never! Never!
She runs off, shuddering.
A sign appears.
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Uis bedroom at the Mammoth Hotel. Ui tosses in his sleep, tormented by

bad dreams. His bodyguards are slumped in chairs, revolvers in their laps.
Ui (asleep) Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!1

(The wall behind him becomes transparent. The ghost of Roma
appears, a bullet-hole in his forehead.)
Roma And all of it will be in vain. All the slaughter and the
butchery,
All the threats and foaming at the mouth they will profit
you nothing.
Your crimes are rotten to the core, Arturo; they will bear no
fruit at all.
Betrayal is a bad manure. Murderer, thou liest! Deceive the
Clarks and slay
The Dullfeets but spare your own, I say! Conspire against
the whole damned world,
But not against your gang; stomp the city with your boots,
But not the boots themselves, you wretch. Go on, lie to
everyone;
But not to the face in the mirror! When you struck at me,
Arturo,
You struck at your own heart. I worshipped you even when
you were nothing
But a beer-hall shadow, and now, in dank eternity I languish,
brooding on your
Wickedness. By treachery you rose, by treachery youll fall.
When you betrayed me, your friend and lieutenant, you
betrayed us all
Just as youll be betrayed by them all in the end. The body of
Ernesto Roma
May be hid in earth, but not your infidelity
Loose on the wind, it hovers over tombstones, unmistakable
Even the gravediggers smell it. Mark my words, Arturo:
The day will come when all your past and future victims,
Dripping with blood and emboldened by hate, will rise up
against thee;
Then will you cry out for help, Arturo, as I cried for help on
my knees;
But begging wont help; nobody will hear; nobody listened to
me.
1
Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act III, scene 4.
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Ui (bolting upright) Traitor! Shoot there! Die, monster, die!

The bodyguards shoot at the spot on the wall that Uis pointing to.
Roma (fading) Go ahead; shoot up the roof
Whats left of me is bullet-proof. . . .
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Financial district. Assembly of the Chicago vegetable dealers. They are

deathly pale.
First Vegetable Dealer Murder! Extortion! Tyranny and
theft!
Second Vegetable Dealer No worse: Acceptance!
Appeasement! Cowardice and fear!
Third Vegetable Dealer Acceptance? Not me. Two men
came into my shop
Last month, said Stick em up! Hands in the air! I looked
them up and down
And coldly said: Gentlemen, I bow to violence only. I made
it clear
I wanted nothing to do with them and rejected their methods
entirely.
With my icy stare I seemed to say: Fine, go ahead; take the
dough
But only because of the automatic weapons.
Fourth Vegetable Dealer Exactly what I did! My hands
are clean,
Im innocent . . . is what I told my wife.
First Vegetable Dealer (violently) Cowardice? We used our
heads.
We figured: if we grit our teeth and paid,
The thugs would stop with all the shooting. But no-siree!
Murder! Extortion! Tyranny and theft!
Second Vegetable Dealer Its because we got no backbone.
Fifth Vegetable Dealer No machine-guns, you mean.

I sell cauliflower Im no gangster.
Third Vegetable Dealer My only hope is that the filthy dog
Meets someone wholl stand up to him.
Just let him try his game in some other town.
Fourth Vegetable Dealer Like Cicero, for example.
Enter Ciceros vegetable dealers. Theyre white as sheets.
Ciceronians Hello, Chicago.
Chicagoans Hello, Cicero. Whatre you doin here?
Ciceronians We were told to come.
Chicagoans By whom?
Ciceronians By him.
First Chicagoan Since when does he give orders in Cicero?
First Ciceronian Since he brought his guns.
Second Ciceronian We bowed to brute force.
First Chicagoan Damned cowards! Are you men or arent
you?
Arent there any laws in Cicero?
First Ciceronian No.
Third Ciceronian Not anymore.
Third Chicagoan Listen, people! You gotta defend yourselves.
You gotta stop this epidemic or the whole countryll be
consumed!
First Chicagoan First one town, and then another.
You owe it to your country to fight him to the death.
Second Ciceronian Why us? Our hands are clean. Were
innocent.
Fourth Chicagoan Our only hope is that, with Gods help,
The dog meets somebody whos willing to stand up to him.
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Fanfare. Enter Arturo Ui and, in mourning, Betty Dullfeet, followed

by Clark, Giri, Givola and bodyguards. Ui strides through the
crowd. The bodyguards, in formation, remain in the background.
Giri Hey kids. All arrived from Cicero?
First Ciceronian Yes.
Giri And from Chicago?
First Chicagoan Here.
Giri (to Ui) All present, boss.
Givola Welcome, vegetable dealers! The Cauliflower Trust
extends warm greetings to you all. (To Clark.) Mr Clark.
Clark Gentlemen, I bring you news. After long and not
always smooth
Negotiations oops, shouldnt tell tales out of school! the
local wholesaler
B. Dullfeet and Company has merged with the Cauliflower
Trust.
From now on, therefore, youll be getting your vegetables
Through the good folks at the Trust. The benefits for you are
obvious:
Increased security on all deliveries. New prices, slightly
higher,
Have already been put in force. Mrs Betty Dullfeet, I offer
you my hand in welcome
As the newest member of the Trust.
Clark and Betty shake hands.
Givola And now. . . . Arturo Ui.
Ui steps in front of the microphone.
Ui Friends! Americans! Countrymen! When good old
Dogsborough,
God rest his soul, appealed to me a year ago, with tears in his
eyes,
To protect Chicagos produce trade, I was, though touched,
Not sure if I could live up to such a glorious invitation.
Now Dogsboroughs dead; in his Last Will and Testament,

here for all to see,
He describes me simply as his son. Deeply moved, he thanks
me for everything Ive done
Since I answered his call. Today, the trade in vegetables,
Whether cauliflower, chives, onions, or whatever,
Is protected throughout the city of Chicago which, if I may
say so,
Is entirely thanks to certain actions on my part. To my
surprise,
A similar request for protection was soon made by another
man,
Ignatius Dullfeet, of Cicero, a request to which I was not
averse.
But I demanded one condition: protection will be granted
only at the invitation
Of the grocery stores themselves. The decision must be
theirs, and freely made.
I impressed this on all my men: No coercion in Cicero! The
city must elect me
Of its own free will. A surly Okay, fine! a sneering Yes,
alright
This I will not tolerate. To be accepted half-heartedly would
disgust me.
What Im asking, men of Cicero, is for a ringing Yes!, short
and enthusiastic.
And since this is what I want, and I want it completely, I turn
once more to you,
Citizens of Chicago, you who know me well and, I trust,
esteem me highly, and I ask:
Are you with me? And let me add in passing that he who is
not with me is against me
And will only have himself to blame for any consequences.
Now, youre free to vote!
Givola But before doing so please give your attention to Mrs
Dullfeet over here,
The well-known widow of a man who holds a special place
in all our hearts.
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Betty Friends. Since passing away, your friend and my

beloved husband
Ignatius Dullfeet
Givola may he rest in peace!
Betty has not been able to protect you as he used to. In his
absence,
I urge you to put your trust in Mr Ui, the way I have
Since getting to know him better during this difficult period.
Givola Voting time.
Giri Whoevers for Arturo Ui, raise your hands.
Some immediately raise their hands.
A Ciceronian Are we allowed to leave?
Givola Everyones free to do whatever he wants.
Hesitantly, the Ciceronian leaves. Two bodyguards follow him. A shot
is heard.
Giri Now over to you. Your free decision is . . . ?
All raise their hands both hands.
Givola The votes been taken, boss. The greengrocers of
Cicero
And Chicago, quaking with joy, thank you deeply for your
protection.
Ui And I accept their thanks with pride. Fifteen short years
ago,
When I, a poor, unemployed son of the Bronx, answered the
call of destiny
With nothing to my name but seven loyal boys, I came to
Chicago
With a single strong desire: peace for the vegetable markets.
At first, we were only a handful, fanatical in our
Pursuit of this pure and simple peace. Today, we are many.
Today, peace in Chicagos green-goods trade
Is no longer just a dream, but a beautiful reality. And to
secure this peace,
I have today put in an order for new Tommy-guns, armoured

cars, rubber truncheons,
Browning rifles and so on and so forth, because its not only
Chicago and Cicero
That are crying out for protection, but other cities as well:
Washington and Milwaukee. Detroit. Toledo! Pittsburg!
Cincinnati! Wherever vegetables are sold
Flint! Little Rock! Charleston and New Jersey!
Boston! Philadelphia! New York and St Louis!
They all require protection! And no Ugh, phooey!
And no But thats not nice! will stop Arturo Ui!
The curtain falls to drums and fanfares.
A sign appears.
Epilogue
Thus learn you how to see, and not just look,

And act instead of talking all day long;
The world was almost ruled by such a crook!
Though people overcame him, youd be wrong
To pat your backs and think yourselves so clever
The ooze that spawned him is as rich as ever!
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The Resistible Rise

Bertolt Brecht was born in Augsburg on 10 February 1898

Jennifer Wise is Associate Professor in the Department of

The Resistible Rise

Original work entitled

Translation copyright Bertolt-Brecht-Erben 2013

Original work entitled Der aufhaltsame Aufstieg des Arturo Ui

Copyright Bertolt-Brecht-Erben/Suhrkamp Verlag 1957

All rights reserved

EISBN 978 1 408 18961 0

Available in the USA from Bloomsbury Academic & Professional,

No performance may be given unless a licence has been obtained.

This translation was first undertaken on the request of the great

(3) fidelity to the semantic material wherever possible without

Brecht wrote his great gangster show in deliberate imitation

presentation about the rise of Nazism in Germany.6 Moreover,

before the readers mind, visually if not metrically: all speeches

of such criminals. As Brechts meaning here is mainly Marxist,

The text is primarily that of Annabelle Khler (Suhrkamp,

Announcer Ladies and gents, we bring you tonight

(Old Dogsborough steps back after having bowed to the public.)

a. Financial District. Enter five businessmen, the directors of the

Were talking food for four million people! Crisis or no crisis,

Clark Good for nothin.

For him a citys only paperwork, just laws and regulations.

b. Outside the commodity exchange. Flake and Sheet in conversation.

Sheet To sell my dockyards? No way.

Guys like Ui, theyre everywhere nowadays,

Back room of Dogsboroughs tavern. Dogsborough and son are

Or lamb with no beans, Id never see them again!

Your honourable, upstanding, might I say brutally honest

Dogsborough I understand that youve got problems;

Dogsborough Butcher. Flake. Im in.

Bookies office on 122nd Street. Arturo Ui and his lieutenant Ernesto

Plans. Then more plans. Half-hearted inquiries

Roma Youre seeing everything in a bad light today.

Ui (beginning to understand) Thats corrupt!

Dogsboroughs country house. Dogsborough and his son.

Young Dogsborough Absolutely not.

Enter Arturo Ui and Ernesto Roma.

Not to be taken for a hustler, or an opportunist,

An end to these freeloaders! Cough up or close your shop!

Then I demand it of you as a criminal! Because thats what

Youre already eighty and God willing Ill outlive you.

Practically turned into a standing ovation for you,

City Hall. Butcher, Flake, Clark, Mulberry, Caruther.

Should be no problem getting to the bottom of it.

Clark You mean there arent any?

Ui Gentlemen, this is no coincidence. Sheets suicide is but

OCasey And earlier, when you spoke at City Hall

Mulberry and Flake Witnesses! Witnesses!

Mammoth Hotel. Uis suite. Two bodyguards bring in a down-at-heel

First Bodyguard An actor, boss. Unarmed.

Ui (continuing by himself) Here, under leave of Brutus and the

He hath brought many captives home to Rome,

Office of the Cauliflower Trust. Arturo Ui, Ernesto Roma,

Ui (yelling) Murder! Extortion! Tyranny and theft!

Everything else costs money. Including protection. Including

But when he gangs together and presumes to dabble in

Givola (slimily) Feel free. I think you all know me